#i hate when I draw a place and I’m just like damn I wanna be there

[nomiko]

[chamomiletealeaf]

This fic is inspired by this art from @furaitsu on Twitter. You all should follow them. They draw amazing art of the COD boys.

Pairing: plus!sized!reader (but tbh could really be any reader :)) x Johnny “Soap” Mactavish

Warnings: m!dom to m!sub dynamics kinda, f!dom, p in v sex, choking, clothing fetish???

You buy a cute little outfit to show off in for Johnny, but to be honest… you kinda wanna see what he would look like in it muahaha.

“Well, whaddya think?” You ask your boyfriend Johnny. You’re standing in front of him and do a twirl, showing off the cute outfit you had on just for him.

You’re wearing black thigh highs that squeeze your thighs so perfectly, a red and black plaid skirt with a chain on the front, and a little cropped mesh top, that doesn’t really leave much to the imagination.

Johnny sits on the couch in front of you, legs spread out as he leans back and stares at you in awe, raking his eyes up and down your body with his thick arms crossed over his chest.

“Fuckin’ hell.” Johnny says through his teeth, nearly growling at you like a wolf would to its prey before it attacks.

You giggle at his reaction. This is exactly how you wanted him to react.

“C’mere bonnie.” Johnny says, leaning his elbows on his knees and gesturing for you to come his way.

You walk up to him and stand between his thighs. He places his chin on your soft tummy and looks up at you while he runs his hands up your thighs and eventually under your skirt, grabbing your ass, which earns him a little shriek out of you.

“Fuck baby. Holy shit you look fuckin’ stunning.” Johnny says nuzzling his face into the side of your waist as he lets his hands wander.

“Need to fuck you in this, but I’m afraid it won’t last very long. Would have it in shreds by the time we’re done. Would hate to see this cute lil outfit go to waste.” He says with a laugh, nipping his teeth at the waistband of your skirt.

And as you look down at him looking up at you, already drunk off of you. An idea of how your pretty little outfit won’t go to waste pops into your head and you smile mischievously down at him.

Johnny was a big, thick man. Even though you weren’t the smallest yourself, he still dwarfed you with the sheer mass of himself. But the material of your outfit was super stretchy. It’s what made you buy it in the first place. It was size inclusive.

“Well pretty boy.” You say as you lift his chin from your midsection forcing him to make eyecontact with you.

“Why don’t you wear it then. That way it won’t go to waste.” You say, your sly smile widening. Now you were the one who looked like a wolf about to pounce on its prey.

Johnny’s eyebrows lifted in surprise. But he looked amused.

“You want me to wear it?” He laughs, eyes still wide as saucers. “I don’t think it’ll fit me as well as it does you love. Might rip something.”

“Nah I don’t think so.” You say. “It’s pretty stretchy.”

Johnny glances to the side as if he’s considering it. Then he smiles.

“Besides, bet you’d look hot as fuck in it with those thighs of yours.” You tease, earning a chuckle out of Johnny.

“Ok, yeah, fuck it. I would look good as hell wouldn’t I.” He boasts, and you both get to undressing while you giggle like teens hooking up for the first time.

When you both get undressed, and Johnny has finally slipped into what was your outfit, you took a second to admire that gorgeous body of his. The outfit really did suit him.

“Ah fuck, ‘s a bit tight yeah?” Johnny says pulling the thigh highs up that keep rolling down.

He looked so. damn. delicious.

You zone out, ignoring his comments laughing at how you can see the bottom of his ass if he bent down just barely, and if he could trick his teammates into thinking this was actually a kilt. You were too busy drinking in the sight of him and his muscular, thick thighs that spilled over the top of the stockings and his arms and chest stretching the fabric that adorned his body ever so slightly.

“Yeah I know, I look silly.” He chuckles, responding to your silent ogling.

“On the couch.” You demand, catching him off guard.

“Oh.” He says amused. “Guess I don’t look silly then.” He smirks.

“Shut up and sit down on the couch.”

He obeys, sitting down, and you walk up to him, not caring that you’re fully naked and he wasn’t. You kinda liked it that way anyway.

You straddle his waist and run your hands up his chest, your body hovering over where his dick would be, since it was covered by the skirt. I mean, it was kind of easy to spot anyhow, with the way it was starting to make a tent in the skirt.

You sloppily kiss and lick up his neck, nice and messy, just the way he likes it. His hands grip your hips and he grinds up into you through the fabric of the skirt.

“Fuck. Keep doin’ that and you’ll be the death of me lass.” He moans out breathily.

You wrap a hand around his throat as you continue marking his neck but very lightly squeeze as a sign to tell him to stop talking, and he throws his head back and moans at the way you’re handling him.

He bucks his hips up into you in pleasure of you slightly choking him.

“Mmph- fuck, harder- squeeze harder.” He whines. And you do, earning a pornographic moan out of him as his eyes roll to the back of his head.

You grind your bare pussy down over the skirt onto the print of his dick and he’s so hard he whimpers at the sensation.

Your hand still around his neck, you whisper in his ear.

“My pretty boy wanna get fucked hm?”

Johnny turns his head to you, placing his forehead on yours.

“Go on bonnie, fuck me.”

And with that you flip up the skirt, revealing his hard and leaking cock. The sight makes your pussy pulse with anticipation of feeling it in you.

You line yourself up and sink down easily onto him, making both of you moan.

Johnny grips your hips tighter, trying to thrust up into you.

“Mm-mm, not yet. Gonna take my time.” You say.

You slide down to the hilt and lean your hands back on his knees and begin to move your hips back and forth in a circling motion slowly.

You look down and see the tops of his thighs peaking out from the skirt and thigh highs and it almost numbs your brain from how fucking hot he looks like this.

“Please- faster- fuck go faster- ride me.” He begs.

You stop your motions and look at him.

“What did I just say? I’m gonna take my time with you.”

He whimpers again and throws his head back as you start your pace again, moaning his name. You continue that until Johnny can’t take it anymore and is a panting, whining, and squirming mess under you.

“Aww ok baby, I’ll fuck you good now.”

You sit up and place both hands at the top of his thighs while you lean in to kiss him. He kisses you back hungrily, as if trying to reassert his dominance, but you pull away just in time, placing your hands over the mesh top on his chest and pushing him back into the couch holding him in place.

You start to bounce up and down on his cock, picking up your pace, and his hands go to squeeze your thighs. His thick length hitting every perfect spot, stretching you out so good and you let out a loud moan.

“God fuck bonnie just like that. Fuck me like that.”

You lean into him, placing your mouth by his ear.

“Yeah you like that hm? You like when I ride you like this?”

“Y- yeah- just like that- you know how to fuck me.”

You continue bouncing on him, admiring the way his chest heaves, stretching the fishnet-like fabric of the croptop he’s wearing, and the way the skirt is up around his hips the way it is when he’s the one fucking you, and how the material of the thigh highs and his thighs are coated in both of your arousal. He looked angelic like this, and you smiled at how perfect he was in this moment.

With his grip moving from its tight hold on your thighs to your hips, he started thrusting up into you, trying to meet you half way desperate for your pussy.

“F- fuck bonnie gonna cum. Fuck I’m gonna cum.” He pants, and you feel your own orgasm approaching quickly as well.

You nuzzle your face into his neck again as you continue to ride his cock like a dildo, using him like a toy.

“Fuck Johnny.” You moan.

“Choke me. Fuck choke me again. Need to cum with your hand around my throat.” He begs desperately, trying to get his demand in before it’s too late.

You bring your hand up and squeeze his thick neck while you place the other on his cheek, turning his head so your foreheads touch again.

“Go on. Cum for me. Show me how good I fuck you.”

And with you cutting off his airway, your tight cunt squeezing and pulsing around his cock, and your words, he spills his cum inside of you.

Johnny cums with a choked, slutty moan, eyes rolled to the back of his head.

You both cum at the same time, his orgasm sending you over the edge as well and you both slow your hips as you sob out your own moans cumming around Johnny’s cock.

You both sit panting, foreheads still touching with the bliss of the moment still in its passing.

“Y’know what?” Johnny says breathless with a smile.

“Hm?” You respond curiously and breathless yourself.

“Maybe we can share the outfit.” He says half jokingly.

And you both chuckle, ending the moment with a kiss full of giggles.

[dilfismz]

Playing Dangerous Part 7

Summary: You and Sangwoo finally address the kiss under the cover of darkness, sharing a rare, tender moment. But just as emotions start to settle, chaos erupts, shattering the fragile peace.

Pairing: Cho Sangwoo X reader…Eventual Hwang In-ho X reader

Warnings: Canon typical violence, graphic description of eye injury…let me know if I missed anything.

A/N: I’m having a lot of fun building the platonic relationship between the reader and Gi-hun

Previous

The dormitory buzzed with tension, the aftermath of Tug of War still hanging over everyone like a storm cloud. Some people huddled in their groups, whispering about the next game. Others sat in stunned silence, still trying to process the fact that they were alive.

You sat on the edge of your cot, absentmindedly running your fingers over the fabric of your pants. Your mind was still reeling from everything—the games, the exhaustion, and most of all, him.

Sangwoo.

You exhaled sharply, rubbing a hand over your face. You had completely lost it earlier. You had let your jealousy get the best of you, and now you couldn’t stop thinking about the way it had felt—the way he had felt under your hands, against your lips. The worst part?

He had kissed you back.

And now you had no idea what to do with yourself.

The cot beside you creaked, and you turned to see Gi-hun plopping down next to you, stretching his legs out with a tired sigh. He didn’t say anything at first, just side-eyed you with a small smirk.

“So,” he finally said, drawing the word out in amusement. “You and Sangwoo, huh?”

You tensed immediately. “What?”

Gi-hun chuckled, nudging your shoulder. “Oh, come on. Don’t play dumb. I saw what happened earlier. I think everyone did.”

You groaned, running a hand down your face, “Jesus Christ.”

“I gotta admit, I did suspect something before,” Gi-hun continued, clearly enjoying himself. “Ever since Ali asked if you two were a couple, and Sangwoo nearly tripped over himself to say no? Yeah, that was suspicious as hell.”

You shot him a glare. “It was not suspicious.”

Gi-hun gave you a look. “Yeah? Well, this was pretty damn obvious. You kissed the guy like you were trying to steal the air from his lungs.”

You clenched your jaw. “I was angry.”

“Uh-huh.” Gi-hun raised an eyebrow. “So, you regularly shove your tongue down people’s throats when you’re pissed?”

You groaned again, shaking your head. “I hate you.”

Gi-hun laughed. “Nah, you love me.”

You shoved him lightly, but your amusement faded as her fingers curled into her lap. Your voice dropped slightly. “I really like him,” you admitted, barely above a whisper.

Gi-hun’s smirk softened into something more genuine. “Yeah?”

“…Yeah.”

“But?” he prompted

You hesitated. “…I don’t know… I feel weird about it sometimes.”

Gi-hun tilted his head. “Weird how?”

You exhaled, trying to find the right words, “There’s the age difference, for one. It’s not huge, but enough that it makes me overthink things.”

Gi-hun shrugged. “Sangwoo doesn’t strike me as the type to waste his time on people he doesn’t respect.”

You let out a dry chuckle, “Maybe. But I’m also just bad at this. Letting people in.”

Gi-hun nodded. “In general, or…?”

“In general,” you admitted. “But especially here. Of all places to catch feelings, this has to be the worst.”

Gi-hun hummed in agreement. “Yeah, not exactly the setting for a rom-com.”

“No kidding.”

You both sat in silence for a moment, letting the weight of everything settle.

Then, Gi-hun smirked again. “You know… I don’t think I’ve ever seen Sangwoo smile as much as he does around you.”

You frowned, “He doesn’t smile.”

Gi-hun chuckled, “Alright, his version of smiling, then. It’s subtle, but it’s there. And it’s only when he’s with you.”

You stayed quiet, but your fingers twitched against the fabric of your pants.

Gi-hun leaned back on his hands. “And you wanna know what else?”

You raised an eyebrow. “What?”

“In all the years I’ve known Sangwoo, I’ve never seen him go out of his way to talk to a woman before. Let alone risk himself to save one.” Gi-hun gave you a meaningful look. “But he did for you.”

Your breath hitched slightly. You hadn’t thought about it like that before.

Gi-hun watched her for a moment before smirking. “And you think you’re the only one struggling with feelings.”

You opened your mouth to argue, but before you could, a familiar presence caught your attention.

Sangwoo.

He was sitting a few cots away, but his gaze was locked on them, his jaw tight. The dim lighting didn’t hide the way his fingers curled slightly into his lap, like he was forcing himself to stay put.

You swallowed.

Gi-hun followed your gaze, and when he turned back to you, his smirk widened. “Well, someone’s jealous.”

You elbowed him, “Shut up.”

But you couldn’t deny the way your stomach twisted at the sight.

And you couldn’t ignore the way Sangwoo looked away the second your eyes met, like he hadn’t been staring at you the entire time.

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The dormitory felt heavier than usual, thick with tension, paranoia, and the ever-present scent of fear. They all knew what was coming tonight. The massacre before lights out had been a preview, and now, as the surviving players whispered among themselves, everyone was preparing for the inevitable bloodshed.

You, Sangwoo, Gi-hun, Ali, and Il-nam worked together to set up what little defenses you could around the bunks. You stacked blankets, trays, and whatever other scraps you could find to act as barriers—though in reality, you all knew it wouldn’t do much if someone truly wanted to attack.

Il-nam sat cross-legged on his cot, watching you work with an amused little smile, “You young ones are so serious,” he chuckled. “Do you really think a few blankets will stop desperate people from trying to kill you?”

Adjusting one of the makeshift barriers, you glance at him, “It’s not about stopping them. It’s about buying time.”

Sangwoo nodded in agreement, eyes scanning the room carefully, “Exactly. If we stay together and stay alert, we make it through the night.”

Gi-hun sighed, rubbing his face, “It’s only going to get worse from here, isn’t it?”

No one answered.

The silence was confirmation enough.

Eventually, you decided on a watch rotation. You and Sangwoo would take the first shift, while Ali and Gi-hun would follow after. Il-nam, despite his insistence that he didn’t need rest, was left to sleep.

As the others laid down, trying to snatch what little sleep they could, you and Sangwoo took position near the edge of the small perimeter.

You sat close, backs partially pressed against the metal bedframe, knees nearly touching. The room was eerily quiet aside from the occasional shuffle of movement, the distant murmurs of hushed voices. Somewhere across the dorm, the sound of a knife unsheathing sent a chill down your spine.

For a long time, neither of you spoke. Then, Sangwoo cleared his throat. “So…”

You glanced at him, “So?”

He hesitated, glancing at you before looking away, “…About earlier.”

Your face warmed instantly. You knew exactly what he meant. Exhaling through your nose, you played it off, “What about it?”

Sangwoo shifted, rubbing the back of his neck, “Are we just… not going to talk about it?”

You smirked slightly, but the heat in your chest betrayed you,“I figured you wouldn’t want to talk about it.”

.“Why would you think that?”

You shrugged, crossing your arms, “I did slam you against a wall. Not exactly the most romantic moment.”

Sangwoo huffed a small laugh, “You don’t say.”

Your smirk widened, but then you sobered. You sighed, rubbing your hands together as if trying to warm them, “Look… I wasn’t thinking. I just—” You paused, chewing on your lip, “…I guess I got jealous.”

Sangwoo’s gaze snapped to you, “Jealous?”

You exhaled sharply, tilting your head back against the frame, “Yeah. It was stupid, I know, but…” you shook your head, “Seeing her all over you, acting like she had some kind of claim? It pissed me off.”

Sangwoo stared for a long moment. Then, his voice softened, “It wasn’t stupid.”

You blinked, glancing at him, “What?”

He hesitated before repeating, firmer this time, “It wasn’t stupid.” His fingers tapped against his knee, his voice quieter now. “Because if the roles were reversed, I think I’d feel the same.”

Your breath caught. For a moment, all you could do was stare at him. Then, slowly, his fingers brushed against yours. It was a hesitant touch at first, as if testing the waters, but when you didn’t pull away, his hand settled over yours, warm and grounding.

You swallowed, “Sangwoo…”

He exhaled softly, his thumb grazing your knuckles, “I know this isn’t exactly the best place to… start something.”

You let out a small, breathy laugh, “No, it really isn’t.”

“But…” He turned slightly, angling his body toward yours. His hand curled more firmly around yours, grip warm and steady, “If we get out of here… I want to take you out.”

Your heart stuttered, “You want to?”

His eyes met yours, dark and unreadable, yet somehow incredibly clear in that moment, “Yeah.”

You should say no. You should be focusing on survival, on making it through the next game, on not developing feelings in the middle of life-or-death stakes. But when you looked at him—really looked at him—you saw the same exhaustion, the same fear, the same desperate need for something good to hold onto. So instead of pushing him away, you squeezed his hand, “Then I’ll hold you to that.”

Sangwoo let out a breath, something in his expression softening. And despite everything—the danger, the uncertainty—you found comfort in the warmth of his palm against yours.

He studied you for a moment longer before his free hand lifted, brushing a loose strand of hair behind your ear. His touch was gentle, deliberate. You barely breathed.

“You really are something else,” he murmured.

You raised a brow, “That a good thing?”

His lips quirked, the closest thing to a real smile you’d ever seen from him, “Yeah. It is.”

Warmth spread through your chest. After a beat, you nudged him playfully, “If we get out of here, you owe me a real date.”

Sangwoo huffed, squeezing your hand, “Deal.”

For a while, you sat there, hands still intertwined, leaning into the quiet comfort of each other’s presence. Despite the looming danger, despite the bloodshed sure to come, you felt a small, fragile sense of peace. And for now, that was enough.

But then it came.

The first scream shattered the fragile silence, and then the room erupted into hell. People lunged at each other, fists flying, broken bottles swinging. The metallic scent of blood quickly filled the air as players fought tooth and nail for survival. The ones who weren’t strong enough to fight cowered in the corners, but even they wouldn’t be spared for long.

You kept your back to the wall, eyes darting over the chaos, searching. You had trained for this. You had fought in worse situations. But here? Trapped in a death game with people who had nothing left to lose? It was an entirely different kind of battlefield.

A bottle shattered near your feet. You barely had time to react before a figure came lunging at you. Mi-nyeo.

Of course.

The woman grinned, a wicked gleam in her eyes as she twirled a jagged piece of glass between her fingers, “You think you’re special, don’t you?” she sneered, “Think you can waltz in here, take what you want—”

“Not the time,” you snapped, already preparing to strike.

Mi-nyeo lunged. You sidestepped, twisting out of the way, but then another player was on you—some guy you barely recognized, just as desperate, just as crazed.

You gritted your teeth. Two against one, great. You threw a sharp elbow into Mi-nyeo’s ribs, but the other player swung his glass shard at your face.

She jerked back— Too late.

A blinding pain exploded down the right side of your face as the jagged glass tore into your flesh. Your scream ripped through the air. You staggered, vision going white with agony.

Instinctively, your hand flew to your face—warm, thick blood poured between your fingers.

You could barely see.

Your right eye was as good as gone. The realization hit you like a freight train. The wound was deep, the pain unbearable. Blood gushed down your face, soaking into your clothes, dripping onto the cold floor.

You gasped for breath, but Mi-nyeo wasn’t done. The woman reared back, ready to strike again— Rage overtook the pain. You roared, lashing out with brutal force. You drove your knee into Mi-nyeo’s stomach, sending her sprawling.

The second player barely had time to react before you grabbed his wrist, twisted sharply— Snap. He howled, the glass falling from his useless hand. You struck again, this time sending him crashing to the floor, unmoving.

Mi-nyeo groaned, trying to crawl away, but you grabbed her hair and slammed her face into the ground. She didn’t move.

You stumbled, chest heaving. Your vision swam, the world around you tilting dangerously. The blood loss was hitting you fast. You blinked. Everything on your right side was nothing but darkness. Permanently partially blind.

The thought barely had time to settle before you heard your name. Footsteps pounded toward you. Then hands—warm, strong hands—grasped your shoulders.

“Sangwoo—” you gasped, dazed, blinking up at him.

His face was ashen, eyes wide with something bordering on panic, “Shit,” he breathed. “Damn it, you—your eye—”

You gave a weak, lopsided grin, “Yeah. Not great.”

His hands trembled as he yanked off his jacket, pressing it firmly against your wound to slow the bleeding. You hissed at the contact, entire body jerking.

“Hold still,” he muttered, voice tight, but gentle.

You focused on him, on the warmth of his hands, the way his jaw clenched as he worked. His eyes kept darting over your face, his expression growing darker and darker, “…This is bad,” he said, more to himself than you.

“Tell me something I don’t know,” you quipped, though your voice was weaker now.

His grip tightened, “Stop joking.”

You exhaled sharply, glancing away—but of course, you could only see half the room now. The realization left a bitter taste in your mouth.

Sangwoo swallowed hard. His fingers lingered against your cheek, as if trying to ground himself in the fact that you were still here. Still alive. But not whole anymore. A muscle in his jaw twitched,“…You’re gonna have a scar.”

You let out a weak laugh,“Guess I’m going for the rugged look.”

He didn’t laugh.

His lips pressed into a tight line. He was still applying pressure to the wound, still trying to stop the bleeding, but there was a different kind of tension in his face. A quiet, helpless frustration.

“You’re really worked up over this”, you quip, studying his expression.

He huffs out a sigh, “Of course I am”.

“Cmon it’s not that bad, I’ll live”.

“Ya…you will”, he admits, a small smile resting on his face.

You didn’t quite know if the smile was one of reassurance or happiness. Nevertheless, you thought it suited him, “You should smile more, it’s cute”.

Sangwoo blushes a deep crimson, all while still applying pressure on your wound. He rolls his eyes and then takes your hands, pulling you to stand, “You can have my cot tonight, it’s a much safer location…I’ll watch over you”.

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For visuals this is how I image readers right eye looking :)

[legiblyloathed]

Ain’t He Darling? (Chapter 2)

Yandere! Wally Darling x Reader

A/N: This has gone from a oneshot to a twoshot to what’s now shaping up to be at least a five chapter story and for that I apologize. The “date” with Wally was only meant to be half a chapter and now it’s a full one. I will, in fact, learn nothing from this and will continue to accidentally increase my workload in the future. Many thanks for the kind comments on chapter 1, and I hope you enjoy chapter 2!

People who requested to be tagged; @whynot5243 @tikosan @itsyellow @twerkingnutella18 @azoart Y’all keep me going, I wish you the best.

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You know, maybe it was hasty to imagine Wally killing me as the worst case scenario. I think I’d take getting murdered in the woods over the uncomfortable silence I’ve been stewing in all afternoon.

Or at least, the silence is making me uncomfortable. Ever since I dragged myself out of the house to paint with him like I promised, I’ve spent damn near every minute avoiding eye contact like it’d kill me. Not that it seems to be working, as every time I glance up from my painting, I can see him out of the corner of my eye, and without fail he’s always focused on me. How he’s managed to finish his own drawing in between these moments is beyond me, but the way the easels are laid out, I can’t see his canvas anyway. There’s every chance it’s blank, and he just coerced me out here to stare at me without interruption.

But now, the sky is shifting to a myriad of colors, and I send up a silent thank you to the heavens for the excuse to leave. “Well, this has been fun,” I start, wiping the excess paint on my hands onto the apron he loaned me. “But I don’t wanna have to walk home in the dark, so I’d best be off.”

“It has been fun, hasn’t it?” After who knows how long of complete silence, his voice makes me jump slightly. Wally takes a few slow, measured steps in my direction, stopping just a little too close to my personal bubble. His eyes glued to my messy painting of the woods, and his eternal smile seems to widen. “You’re good at this.”

I manage to let out a laugh. “Not really, but I appreciate it.” I glance over my own art at the back of his easel, morbid curiosity eating away at me. As much as I want to see what the resident weirdo drew when he wasn’t trying to burn a hole in my forehead, something tells me it’s better not to know.

Wally’s head turns slightly, following my gaze to his own artwork. “Oh, do you want to see mine?” he asks, not waiting for my answer as he walks over and grabs it off the easel. He stares down at it for a moment, as if ensuring its quality, then turns it around and holding it up for me to see. “I worked hard on it. What do you think?”

Upon examination, I think I should have chosen a different neighborhood to move into, one with less terrifying residents. Staring back at me is a portrait of none other than myself. I’m sitting on a bench, which, after a moment, I recognize as the one under the apple tree where Wally had been the day prior. I look relaxed, leaning back and resting my weight on my hands behind me, my attention drawn to something off to the right. As I scan it over, I note that I wasn’t drawn with the clothes I wore today, but the ones I had on yesterday, down to finest of details. It’s beautiful, and I hate it.

I’m left frozen in place, gawking at the perfect recreation of my likeness in silence. The man doesn’t seem to mind, content to let me take in the details of his piece as he in turn observes my reaction. When I manage to pull my attention back to his face, I stammer out, “That’s…” A hell of a red flag? My worst nightmare on a canvas? A fear I’d have deemed laughable before this moment? “…incredibly realistic.”

Wally turns the painting back to himself, looking down at it with an air of fondness. “I suppose it is. I can’t take all the credit, though.” His eyes look up at me, his head unmoving. “I had a very inspiring model.”

At this, I can feel the two sides of my brain start to feud. The optimistic side makes a good effort to insist that this explains the staring, that he just wanted to get the details right and I was wrong to treat it like a problem. The more realistic side then slaps the optimistic side upside the head and points out that no amount of staring could explain the sheer level of detail in clothes that I’m not even wearing today.

My thoughts continue to conflict with each other, the turmoil so strong that I don’t even register Wally getting closer until he’s barely a foot away from me. I jolt back, nearly falling over. He seems unbothered. “Say, neighbor, would you mind helping me carry all this back to Home? The paintings are delicate, I don’t want them getting crushed.”

Part of me really wants that painting getting crushed, but I don’t dare admit that out loud. Instead, I nod. “Alright, but we gotta hurry. It’ll be dark soon.” Already the sun is casting long shadows, obscured by the trees to the west. Wally and I pack up the paints and fold up the easels, and I balance them all in my arms while he holds the canvases to his chest. Together, the two of us set off towards the house in the center of the neighborhood.

No words are exchanged as we journey through the town. He seems content with the silence, and I’m content to not have to talk to him. It seems the rest of our neighbors have called it a day, Wally and I being the only two people out and about. The weight of the supplies makes my arms ache, but if the alternative is carrying a piece of art that feels just a little too haunted for my taste, I think I can tolerate the discomfort. I don’t know how the hell he managed to drag all of this junk out in the first place.

The sun has sunk down past the horizon by the time we make it to Home, painting the sky a myriad of purples and deep blues. It takes all I have left in me not to collapse upon the porch, made all the worse by Wally’s continued nonchalance as he opens the door and beckons me inside. I brush past him into the living room, dumping my armload of supplies onto the coffee table. With a weary huff, I throw myself down onto his couch to catch my breath, my eyes drooping shut.

“You feeling alright, there, neighbor?” The sofa sinks ever so slightly as he settles down beside me. When I don’t reply, too busy staring at my eyelids and regulating my heartbeat, he speaks with what almost feels like genuine concern, “If you were getting tired, you should have spoken up. I’d have been happy to take a break.”

I shake my head. “Fine, I’m fine. Just need a minute before I head home.”

There it is again, that damn laugh. “What do you mean? This is Home.” The sound of a door squeaking registers in my periphery, and I let my eyes open, squinting against the bright colors of his house. I take a glance out of the corner of my eye, and sure enough, his own are glued on my face with a smile that registers as a little too suspicious for my tastes.

An increasingly familiar sense of unease overtaking me, I push myself up and lean away from him, hoping he didn’t notice, yet knowing he did. “I mean yeah, it’s your home, Wally,” I say, “but I have my own home to get back to.”

He lets out a soft hum, and I swear his smile wavers for just a moment. “I suppose you do,” he murmurs, sounding like he was talking to himself more than me. Risking another glance, I’m surprised to see his eyes not on me, but focused on the paintings that he had leaned against his armchair. My portrait, with its flat, distracted gaze, seemed to be staring back at us from the angle at which it stood.

With this newfound distraction from his observation, I move to push myself up off the couch, snapping him out of whatever stupor he’d been wandering in. I make sure to speak before his mouth catches up to his brain. “Well, today’s been… fun, but I think I’m gonna head out.”

I feel a hand clasp around my forearm, and I barely bite back a yelp at the contact. “It’s pretty dark out there, neighbor. Are you sure you don’t want to just sleep here tonight? I think you’d be safer.”

Nope, nope, nope nope nope. I pull my arm away, praying it didn’t look as panicked as it felt. “I appreciate the concern, but I’ll have to pass. It’s not that long a walk, I’ll be fine.” I step away towards the door, and my stomach sinks when I hear Wally get up as well.

As I prepare to head out, the same hand settles upon my shoulder instead. “Well, if you’re sure, I won’t stop you,” he drawls, a trace of emotion I can’t quite name evident in his tone. He slips past me, opening the door himself. He tilts his head, eyes locked on mine. “Let’s do this again sometime. Won’t that be nice?”

If I didn’t know better, I’d say that was a challenge. Straightening up, I stand in the doorframe and meet his stare as evenly as I can. “I’m sure it would be.” The evening chill washes over me as I exit Home. “Good night, Wally.”

“Good night, neighbor. Sleep well.” My steps are steady and even as I walk down the porch stairs, and the light still pouring out as I walk away tells me that the door is still open. That he’s still there, still watching me. I hurry along towards my house, being sure to break out of his line of sight as soon as possible. It doesn’t help with the paranoia, but I pretend it does.

Tears nearly stream down my face in relief as I enter my own home and close the door, leaning back against it and sliding down to the ground. I don’t bother getting up, not to eat, not to shower, nothing. I just sit there, alternating between keeping my eyes closed to try and relax and opening them when I see those horrible eyes taunting me in the inky black. As I feel myself drifting off, one final thought crosses into my mind:

I never got my painting back from Wally.

[yinsmoonlight]

all that’s unspoken. — chapter 4.

genre — fiction | main characters — fem!reader. aespa & lesserafim.

synopsis — the beginning of a new school year, and it’s already looking terrible. lost your friends, and nowhere to turn to after a night gone wrong. with unbearable feelings caught in your throat, you navigate through this year wondering if you should speak, or keep silent.

content warnings — none in this chapter.

doing a paper on women’s rights. couldn’t be any easier, right?

the 19th amendment gave women the right to vote. it was a historical event that changed the history within the united states.

women needed it, after all.

who wants to be a stay at home housewife 24/7, cooking, cleaning? looking after some rowdy kids?

of course, some women don’t mind that.

but you’d love some independence. especially from what has you in a current state of shock and fear.

you went up and down through the library and articles you collected for this paper. it’ll be so good that mr. mackey will have to give you a good grade.

plus, it’ll be a good thing to raise your grade, considering you’re passing with a D+.

we don’t talk about that.

these past few weeks you’ve hated.

you can never walk past someone without them “accidentally” knocking your books from your hands. or “accidentally” tripping you.

seemed like everyone knew you from the fact of what happened at that stupid party.

was it really wrong that you did what you did?

you were just scared and felt helpless.

christmas was coming soon, so you didn’t feel like having the same scolding from your mom and dad about your failing grades.

focus on this paper, and maybe you’ll do good. i should! i’ve done all my damn research into this thing.

anyways, the school pep rally is happening soon. eunchae wanted you with her to decorate the school gym, even if you didn’t do anything.

she just likes your presence there, and she didn’t want you to feel lonely.

regardless, you help eunchae. she had you place different stickers on the posters while she finished hanging up other ones that were finished.

it felt peacefully to say the least. it was only you and eunchae, besides sakura that found you both.

“really taking pride in this pep rally?” kkura chuckles at the both of you.

“it’s showing school pride!” eunchae smiles, “wanna help?”

sakura pretends to think, until she relents with a small sigh, “might as well. this is my last year here, anyways.” she says before helping eunchae with taping a sign.

eunchae and sakura got into a conversation about the future, mainly about what kkura wanted to do, whether it was college, take a gap year, or just do whatever she wanted.

sakura said she didn’t really know what she wanted to do yet, despite being a senior.

she said to not rush into it, lots of kids don’t know what they want to do by the time they graduate highschool.

even the majority of adults don’t know.

speaking of, how did some kids have their whole life planned ahead of them? i’m almost a senior, and i don’t even know what i want to wear tomorrow, let alone decide what i want to do when i turn 20.

after this segment of free time, you had biology class with chaewon.

since you had a sub today, you just spent your time doodling different butterflies in your notebook.

all of them looked the same. black, dark gray, dead wings.

“so, you like butterflies, huh?” chaewon asks.

you look up in shock and shrug, “just for a class project.” you mumble.

chaewon nods, “makes sense. i thought it was some sort of hyper-fixation, maybe.”

you didn’t respond to chaewon, too caught up in your thoughts as you continued to draw.

“you don’t talk much, i like that.” she says, “you’re mysterious. i like that in a person. makes them interesting to figure out.” she explains.

you suddenly remembered your paper, and look up at chaewon.

“hey um, could you read this paper for mr. mackey’s class? extra credit.” you explain.

chaewon nods with a smile and once you handed her your paper, she began.

she must be a fast reader. not even five minutes she looks up and nods, “this is pretty good, y/n. for sure you’ll get an A.” she encourages.

this uplifted your spirits a little. you trusted chaewon enough to this extent that you’ll pass.

plus, she’s hella smart.

“you think so?” you ask in reassurance to which she nods.

“y’know, what i think you did in mr. mackey’s class was cool. standing up to him like that.” you confess.

the girl chuckles, “that teacher is nothing but a joke. he’s a grown man, yet can’t handle when others don’t agree with what he says? there’s opinions and debates for a reason. except, it wasn’t either. he’s clearly racist and xenophobic.”

you nod agreeing with chaewon’s words. she clearly was well worded and mature. it made you admire her.

the one time she gets in trouble, it’s for a good and valid reason. she stood up for what was right, even if it was an authority figure.

there’s a lesson to this; even authority figures can be wrong, but since we’re “just kids” were automatically wrong either way. be a grown up they tell us when teachers act this way? please.

“anyways, what’s your art project about?” she asks.

you snap from your thoughts, blinking a little, “oh uh, my teacher wants us to basically build a portfolio of what we picked. it has to “tell a story” throughout the school year. i think it’s stupid. how can i tell a story with a butterfly?” you huff.

chaewon chuckles, “i’m not an artsy person, but anything can tell a story. even if it’s just a color. like red, it can signify anger, or love. pink is associated with love, as well. or blue can show sadness.”

you look at her like she’s crazy.

“your butterflies tell a story, yeah? the wings are dark and look ripped. what do you think that says?” she asks you.

a shrug.

“well,” chaewon starts, “i see maybe someone who is upset? they’ve been hurt? it can be interpreted into anything.” she explains.

no wonder mr. donovan is so good at this art thing.

during lunchtime, you went into mr. mackey’s room to give him your paper, which he looked up at you with his glasses on the tip of his nose.

he looked at you with that usual stern eyebrow look. is he ever happy?

“front of the class tomorrow, first thing.” he says making you very confused.

but the pit in your stomach had your intuition telling you what it was.

he sighs, “in order to pass this paper, present it orally. like i said, first thing tomorrow in class.” he says.

with annoyance in your expression, you slightly huff and leave the room.

are you kidding me? NOW you’re telling me i have to present it up in front of everyone? definitely not happening.

as you walked past the aisles of lockers, you see chaewon at hers.

you debated on whether or not to walk up to her, asking her for help.

before completely walking past her, you slowly walk back and approach.

“hey…” you mumble, “do you mind helping me with something?” you ask softly.

the girl looks up with a small smile, “yeah, of course, what’s up?”

-

finally, it was the pep rally as everyone was rushing into the gym, while you debated on wanting to go or not.

besides, who wants to be in a loud place like the gym? all of the echos and unnecessary screaming.

but, for eunchae, you know she’d be expecting you to be there.

besides, she already spotted you, along with sakura by her side.

“y/n! come on!” she smiles gently grabbing your hand as you follow her and sakura into the gym.

once sat at the bleachers, you were sitting between eunchae and another random kid. everyone was excited as the bustling of all the grades entered the gym.

the school band were playing their loud instruments, and the cheerleaders were flipping, twirling, and cheering. whatever they usually do.

a game of tug of war happened, to a dance off, you couldn’t really grip what was happening. you were stuck in your thoughts.

it was when you felt a tap on your shoulder and you look over your shoulder.

it was an older girl, most likely a senior.

“you y/n l/n?” she asks and you slightly freeze.

your hands begin to tingle, and you instinctively shook your head no slowly, turning back around.

“you were the one that called the cops at that party,” she huffs, “y’know you got my cousin fired from his job because of it, bitch.” she scowls before purposefully kneeing you hard in the back.

you bite your lip, scooting forward a little.

you bothered your eyes with something else to not have your mind distracted on the girl behind you.

only until your eyes caught a sight; one you wish you hadn’t.

it was aeri and her. holding hands. then hugging, then kissing.

no way…there’s no way they’re dating now. they can’t be.

your heart pounded in your ears, you struggled to breathe. you didn’t want to be in this gym anymore.

eunchae seemed to noticed, her eyes following yours, as well as your hands gripping the fabric of your pants.

before eunchae could say anything, you hurriedly grabbed your bag and ran out of the gym.

eunchae didn’t think twice before running after you.

luckily, she saw you run out through the school front doors, and ran down the hall after you.

“hey! are you okay? why did you run out?” she asks catching up to you.

you stopped. you wanted to tell the girl off, to leave you alone.

but she didn’t deserve that. not one bit. not when she was just being concerned about a friend.

you open your mouth, but couldn’t say anything. you were avoiding eye contact with her.

eunchae sighs a little, “you don’t have to tell me, but i saw you looking at two girls. i mean, i’m still here for you, regardless. you looked like you could barely breathe.”

by her stutter, eunchae was stuck on what to say to begin with.

you wanted to tell the girl, but how would you even start?

your better instincts told you to trust her. over these past few weeks of school, eunchae has been more a friend to you than the ones from your past.

the both of you began to walk off the school campus and down the sidewalk, where home was.

it was silent, until you spoke up softly.

“i…the girls i was looking at, in the gym, one of them is my…or was my friend. the one with pink hair, her name is aeri. we’re not friends anymore.” you explain.

“may i ask why?” the younger girl asks.

you sigh shakily, “we went to a party…”

-

you laughed as you got into the car of aeri’s older sister. it was you, aeri, ningning, winter, and karina.

you all were so excited to go to this end of summer party. surprisingly, aeri’s sister agreed to let you come.

of course, aeri’s parents were out of town, so this was the perfect opportunity to do so. originally, a sleepover was put in place, but it wasn’t exactly like you were sneaking out.

the party smelled of alcohol and cigarettes. you weren’t used to these kinds of parties, of course. being a sort of goody two-shoes, you stuck to the original fruit punch, eating popcorn, any other party foods.

but it felt appealing, hanging out with the older kids considering you’re all only in tenth grade. who wouldn’t be excited to hang out with the juniors and seniors?

you and aeri had decided to try and talk to the older kids, while winter, ningning and karina were in their trio, talking with each other or meeting any other kids.

all of them were so nice and friendly, offering you some good advice for entering your third year of highschool.

even some of the older kids said they’d have your back this upcoming new school year.

especially this one junior, was so into you. she made you smile and had butterflies in your stomach.

she made you feel special despite just upon first meet.

“it was all in good fun.” she told you.

-

once you finished, you saw eunchae crying.

you were shocked. very shocked, to say the least. it was like you slapped her or something.

before you could say anything, she brought you into a tight hug, by instinct.

“you can’t tell anyone, okay? promise me.” you told the girl.

eunchae was torn, but she knew it was right and nodded, “i promise.”

taglist — (OPEN) @1luvkarina @fruitygOrl

[jishyucks]

Gleam and Glitter — hhj

‣ pairing: hwang hyunjin x reader

‣ genre: fluff, implied friends-to-lovers, rich-kid!au

‣ wc: 3.4k

‣ summary: You’ve quickly established that no one at this damn charity gala cares about the event’s purpose. They were just there to party. And you wanted nothing else but to leave; alternatively, in which Hyunjin saves you from your misery to see the city’s Christmas lights.

‣ warnings: lots of being annoyed at the rich (even though reader and hyunjin are rich), 1st world problems, reader’s wearing a dress and heels but no specific pronouns are used (I’m pretty sure), the pair eat some desserts

‣ an: 2nd part for my True Love Gave to Me Series! It's a little slow at first but the parts near the end are cute! Just like the Mark one, I wish I could write more for these two, I srsly think I could've done more but still,,, ENJOY!

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The venue was beautiful. 

The ballroom was transformed into the party’s theme, Winter Wonderland, adorned with white, silver, and royal blue decorations. From the ceiling hung giant snowflakes, lit up with twinkling lights that glowed softly within the dim room. 

The dance floor, placed in the middle of the room, was surrounded by tables draped in pearly white table cloths, giving it all a sleek, clean look. You can tell how much planning had gone into the centrepieces—delicate ice-looking glass sculptures of various animals. Within each of them were more lights, drawing out the details of the sculptures.

At the other corner of the room, the live band had already begun their setlist. They were dressed in blue or white, or both, as it was the theme of the party. You couldn’t quite tell what song they were playing, but it sounded nice and classy. 

And guests were trickling in, entering the room hand in hand with their plus ones. You can tell that they were all in awe from the scene. I mean you don’t blame them—the scene looked like something straight from a movie. Whoever had planned and decorated the venue knew what they were doing. 

The venue was beautiful… Too bad most of the people attending were snobby rich bitches who really don’t deserve anything good (respectfully).

The main purpose of the event was to raise money for charities involving children for god’s sake—sure it was okay to go all out and grab the attention of the wealthy, but it was so painfully obvious that two-thirds of the guests didn’t give a single fuck about the charities. They were just there for the publicity, hoping to look good in front of the press and it pained you. 

It pained you because, although you barely had the capacity to have passions for anything, you did know that you wanted to use your money for good. And heavy on the good for children.

The party was now in full swing, guests mingling in practically every corner of the room. The live band had just been replaced with a DJ, party songs blasting through the speakers. A small part of you does want to join in, but you wouldn’t say that you associated yourself with any of the people here. 

There was one person who you did love being around—your best friend, Hyunjin—but you simply weren’t sure where he had disappeared off to since you had greeted him at the start of the party. 

“Shit.”

You’re not sure how you hear Hyunjin groan as he slumps in the seat next to you. He stretches his back over the chair before falling limp. 

You can’t help but laugh, “What’s up with you?” You shift in your own chair to look at him, your blue evening gown getting twisted underneath your ass.

“My parents introduced me to like—I don’t know—six old business owners?” Hyunjin mutters, “I don’t even remember a single one of them.” 

“Well, you gotta start working on that future CEO,” you joke, slapping his back, “Don’t wanna be the boss who calls his employees by the wrong name, do you?” You know Hyunjin hates when you call him future CEO, because, well, he doesn’t actually want to take over his father’s company once he retires. But being the only child in his family, it’s a responsibility that he couldn’t really get out of.

“No,” he pouts, lips jutting out. 

You let out another laugh, this time rubbing his back to provide some kind of comfort. From a nearby group of people, you hear people laughing, though it didn’t seem genuine. You echo them. 

“Y/N, they’re gonna hear you!” Hyunjin nudges your arm. “No they won’t. They’re all just caught up in their own world,” You roll your eyes. Then you dramatically say, “Oh how I wish to leave this place.”

There’s a few beats of silence between the two of you. Just by watching Hyunjin, you can tell he’s thinking, eyes darting back and forth as if he were reading a page of a newspaper. 

“Would it be crazy if I asked you to run away with me?”

Your heart misses a beat, “What?”

“Run away with me,” Hyunjin repeats. He’s almost expressionless, staring back at you as he waits for a reply. 

You blink at your best friend, utterly confused by the nonsense coming out of his mouth, “Hyunjin, you really need to be more specific with your words.”

Hyunjin brings a corner of his mouth up towards one side of his face, trying to word what he was asking of you. It wasn’t that difficult to explain, yet Hyunjin’s short on words right now because of all the introductions he’s just had. 

“Do you know what an Irish goodbye is?” 

You shake your head, “No? Is that even a thing?” 

“It’s when you just leave without telling anyone,” Hyunjin explains, “So… let’s leave without telling anyone.” There’s a youthful glint in his eye and you just know that Hyunjin’s ready to take off. He’s excited, even, just thinking about leaving and getting away from this place. You like the idea, too. 

“And do what?” Hyunjin shrugs and your face contorts, laughing, “You’re the one who’s suggesting to leave and you don’t have a plan?” 

The smile Hyunjin flashes is one that shows off his bottom teeth, brows raised and eyes widened, “Sorry, I didn’t actually think you’d consider it.” 

“Do you even know me?” you scoff, “Of course I wanna leave. Anything to get away from these people.” You scoot forward in anticipation to go, but you still really want to hear what Hyunjin’s plan is. 

Hyunjin searches the room as if it were going to hand him the answer. Then he hums and looks back at you, “Do you want to go downtown?” 

Without any hesitation you nod, “Yes.” 

Hyunijn watches as you scan the room, eyes trying to weed out your parents and his. You could guess they were speaking with people you’ve grown familiar with, so you try to pick them out, too. When you couldn’t spot any of your parents, your eyes darted in Hyunjin’s direction, eyes wide and round. “It’s clear.”

You don’t warn Hyunjin before you shoot up onto your feet, trying your best to keep discrete from any wandering eyes. The heels under your feet almost fail to support your pace, but you pay no mind, eyes dead set on the doorway furthest away from anyone’s attention. Hyunjin’s close at your tail, turning back every few steps to make sure that there was absolutely no one watching you both leave. 

The adrenaline’s causing your heart to pump above the average, and you can’t help but let out a laugh the moment you reach the door, soon finding yourself in an empty corridor of the venue (save for the doorman at the front and the woman attending coat check).

Hyunjin stumbles out after you, breathing heavily, “You didn’t even tell me you were going to take off like that!” 

Ignoring Hyunjin’s exclamations, you start making your way toward coat check, heels clicking against the marble floor. Hyunjin is unsure how you’re moving so quickly in heels, but he chooses not to question you.

“Y/N~” Hyunjin whines, “Slow down!”

“If we’re not quick we’re going to get caught,” you shoot a reply over your shoulder. You kindly ask for your coats, retrieving them within seconds before you toss Hyunjin his jacket. “Yeah, but we need to wait for Mr. Jang to come pick us up!” 

By the time Hyunjin finishes his sentence, you both find yourselves outside of the venue, cold air instantly nipping at your exposed skin. There were cars whizzing past, all probably on their way to your desired destination. Right at the bottom of the steps was a sleek black car, similar to what your family owned, and a man who you recognized as Mr. Jang, the Hwang’s driver. 

“So you did plan this!” you look over at Hyunjin. 

Hyunjin shakes his head, “No, but Mr. Jang will jump at any chance to actually do something.” The boy leads you down the steps and reaches the vehicle before you do. He greets Mr. Jang with a bow and then tugs on the door’s handle, opening it for you to hop in. You can’t help but giggle at the gesture, giving Hyunjin a look before sliding in. He shuffles in after you, smiling out of excitement.

“Where to, son?”

“Downtown, please.”

⋆⁺₊❅⋆ ⁺₊❆⋆

It’s when you both get to downtown that you realize that neither of you knew where to go. 

Sure, the plan was downtown but the city was a big place. Hyunjin should have been more specific, because right now, you were both standing in the middle of a busy street trying to decide which direction to go.

“Close your eyes, spin, and then stop when I tell you,” you suggest to Hyunjin, who’s trying to search his phone for any places you both could visit. 

“How about you do it!” Hyunjin’s brows furrow and he pouts, “It sounds like you’re going to ditch me.” 

“Now why the hell would I ditch you,” you sigh, “Just do it. I would do it, but I’m in heels.” 

You gesture for him to go on with the action, but not before he mutters a ‘the heels didn’t seem like a problem earlier’, earning him a thwack on his shoulder. 

Squeezing his eyes shut, Hyunjin sticks an arm out, using his index finger to point. Then, he begins to spin clockwise. From an outsider’s glance, this man probably looked ridiculous—he was dressed in formal attire and spinning like a top, almost taking out a few passerbyers in the process. 

You were finding this so amusing that you almost forgot that you had to tell him to stop. 

And when you tell Hyunjin to stop, he somehow ends up with his finger just inches away from your nose. You burst out laughing, your hands coming up to clutch your stomach because, for one, Hyunjin took the challenge seriously, and two, he looked absolutely ridiculous just standing there eyes closed and pointing. 

You don’t notice how Hyunjin’s eyes finally flutter open to see what was going on and how his taut expression relaxes the second they land on your bright figure just laughing, even if it is at his expense. His arm drops to his side, making a muted whap against his jacket. This catches your attention.

“I’m sorry,” you say, wiping a tear that has managed to slip out of the corner of your eye. And when Hyunjin doesn’t answer immediately, you take a step closer to him, “Hello?” 

“O-okay, so, that way!” Hyunjin’s brought back from space, head shaking. He side steps and walks around you, leading the way down the street while making sure you were following him. 

Hyunjin has no idea what just happened. It wasn’t like it was the first time he's seen you happy. In fact, you’ve always been happy around him. So, why did he suddenly freeze seeing you happy this time? 

Hyunjin shakes the thought out of his head, dismissing it as the remnants of wine from the party still in his system, and continues walking down the street, just a few paces in front of you.

You and Hyunjin weave through the people walking down the street against you, hands full with shopping bags or stuffed deep into their pockets. The pace Hyunjin had taken began to speed up, as if he had spotted something over the crowd that you couldn’t quite see even with heels. 

Glancing back, Hyunjin gently latches onto your wrist, afraid that you’d get lost in the sea of people, pulling you closer before he continues to step through the occasional gaps between bodies. 

“Where are we going?” you say out of curiosity. Hyunjin’s too occupied to answer you, still keeping his grasp firm around your wrist. He tugs you along for one more block, and by then you can tell that he did have an idea of where you were. Hyunjin knew where to go.

You feel like you’re able to breathe again when Hyunjin leads you into a plaza, and you let out a breath that you didn’t even know you were holding in. There was more space for people to walk around, buskers at each corner of the opening, and restaurants decked out in Christmas lights and decorations. Some places were blasting Christmas tunes out of outdoor speakers and, from afar, you can see Santa Claus taking pictures with children. You feel your heart fill with warmth in the atmosphere, excited to wander around and kill time with Hyunjin. 

“Do you want to eat something?” Hyunjin questions. The boy halts in front of a food truck, head falling back to scan the menu. The food truck was a dessert truck—candied fruit, ice cream, cake pops, and more. You can see that they also sold drinks. 

You nod, “What are you getting?” 

“I’m thinking a cake pop… you?” The line shifts forward and you both take a step forward to follow. 

You hum and try to decide on your own treat, “Can you get me candied strawberries, please?” 

It takes a little bit to reach the front of the line and finally receive your food. When the man on the truck hands Hyunjin the food, you go to grab it but Hyunjin refuses to let you take it, pulling the treats back to his own body. “Huh?” you frown, “Do you want me to pay you back or something?” Your mouth was practically watering at the sight of the tanghulu. It was almost unrealistically red, like strawberries you’d find in cartoons. 

“It’s cold,” Hyunjin shakes his head, “You can keep your hands in your pockets… I’ll hold it for you.” Then he holds the stick up to your lips, “Here.” 

Your brows furrow and you groan, “Hyunjin, I’m capable of holding it myself, you know.” You’re quick to grab the stick from Hyunjin and give him a look, “But thanks anyway.” 

Hyunjin grins, "Alright, suit yourself." He takes a bite of his cake pop as you enjoy the sweetness of the candied strawberries. The plaza is filled with a festive atmosphere, and you decide to stroll the rest of the area while munching on the treats. 

By the time you were halfway finished with your food, you had been able to properly take in the scene of the plaza. It was actually much larger than it was at first sight, the area stretching down another block or two of buildings. It extended into a wide pedestrian mall, with shops busy on either side of the broad walkway. 

Everyone there looked happy, like characters in the background of a movie. They minded their own business, stopping to watch the street performers entertain the passerbyers, or taking impromptu stops at the local shops lined up along the mall.

And though it did seem like such a first world problem for you to want to experience this without the stress that your parents constantly impose onto you to run a company, you like to think that your feelings still count. Even just a little.

“Look over there,” Hyunjin speaks up. He’s pointing further down the road and into a smaller plaza. There were people skating on a small, man-made, ice rink. 

A gasp leaves your mouth as you when you take notice of the gigantic Christmas tree sitting off to the side of the rink. It had been strung from top to bottom in lights that occasionally changed colours. Ornaments decorated the tree with large ornaments, accented with ribbons and garland. 

It was beautiful. 

It was beautiful and you wanted to go get a better look at it. 

Leaving Hyunjin’s side, you begin walking ahead of him, long forgetting the tanghulu in your hand. And just like earlier, Hyunjin calls for you to slow down, mainly because you were charging through the crowd with a pointy skewer, but also because he cannot catch up. You paid no mind to his attempts to slow you down. You were already dead set on catching a closer glimpse of that tree.

Hyunjin reaches you when you finally choose to stop. Your head falls back to look at the tree from its topper to its base, mouth falling open in awe, “Tell me why I’ve never seen this before.” Then you turn to look at Hyunjin, who’s looking at the tree himself, “How do you think they decorated it?”

Hyunjin lets out a laugh in the form of air shooting out his nose, “Cause all we know is work and school and business. I guess we never really have the time to enjoy these things, do we?” Then he thinks up a clever answer for your second question, but fails, “And honestly, I don’t know. Maybe one of those man lifts?” 

“You’re right,” you laugh, “We need to Irish Goodbye more often if it means we get to see more things like this.” You glance around the area and find a bench nearby. Wordlessly, you grab onto Hyunjin’s sleeve and tug him along to sit. 

You can feel how cool the metal bench is through your dress, but you lean back anyways, continuing to admire the Christmas tree. It was weird because you were feeling this sort of delight growing in your chest just at the sight of the decorated tree, though if you were asked what you were feeling you wouldn’t be able to put words to it. It was like the cherry on top of the sundae, perfectly fitting the ambience of everything that you and Hyunjin have seen tonight. 

And for Hyunjin, sure the tree and the lights strung up all over the plaza were beautiful, but he was having a hard time keeping his attention on them, and instead kept taking glances your way. It was probably the fact that this happiness was different than the ones he’s seen before. It was like your inner child had jumped out, eyes filled with all the galaxies the universe held. 

The corners of his lips had stretched at the slightest, eyes following in pursuit. 

Hyunjin realizes now that if you were happy, he was happy. And he’d do anything to make it happen. 

But he wouldn’t admit that to you just yet. 

Or anyone. 

It was enough for now that he had admitted it to himself.

Feeling eyes on you, you catch Hyunjin looking at you, expression soft. "What's up with that look?" you tease, your eyes narrowing. You lean over and nudge his arm with your shoulder. 

Hyunjin feels heat rush to the apples of his cheeks and the tips of ears. He hopes that you don’t notice, “It’s nothing… just thinking about how we should actually do this more often.” Hyunjin pries his eyes away from you and forces himself to look at the tree which, frankly, wasn’t as pretty as you. 

“We should…” you nod, “This is way better than the gala.” 

Hyunjin agrees silently. 

The two of you sit there in a comfortable silence, just taking in the environment. It wasn’t everyday that you both got freedom like this and it was nice. And you can tell that Hyunjin felt the same. 

Before you finally go to speak up after a while, your phone rings. Glancing at the caller ID, your heart rate shoots up when you see it's your parents at the other end of the line. You quickly answer it to not cause suspicion, already sensing the concern in their voices.

“Hello?”

"Y/N, sweetheart, where are you?" your mom asks. You could hear your father’s voice saying something in the background, followed by another man’s voice. 

"I’m still at the venue," you lie, "I just needed to get air. Why?"

“We found the owner of—” You roll your eyes. Of course. 

“I’ll be right there, mom,” you say flatly, “Bye.” And you hang up. 

“So?” Hyunjin questions. You notice that he had shifted in his seat to look at you, “What did she say?” He didn’t want to get you in trouble. 

“She was talking about the owner of some company,” you shrug, “But that means we have to go.” 

You stand up and take one last look at the tree before you have to drag yourself back into your own reality. It was good while it lasted. 

Hyunjin frowns at your expression and gently takes your hand in his, “I’ll take you back here soon.”

You smile, eyes lighting up at the thought of coming back here again (and in much more comfortable clothes, too). “Promise?”

Hyunjin’s glad to see the joy instantly return to your previously deflating figure and nods.

“Promise.”

an: Thank you soso much for reading! Pls stay tuned for the upcoming members!

[t0ast-ghost]

The last one… it’s been coming for awhile…

Here’s my thoughts on Star Trek VI: The Undiscovered Country

(Spoilers for- well— everything)

- Before watching this movie I was trying to figure out why they chose this name and was told by my mom it’s a Shakespeare reference which.. I should have guessed

- “A Nicholas Myer Film” Cool! Now we know who to blame or bow to

- The music is so fucking intense I’m worried now

- I know Christopher Plummer is famous, I can’t place the face though and I want to say I know the name from the muppet show

- WAIT. Michael Dorn… WORF

- Wanna let y’all know that there was a guy (Harve Bennet) who wanted to create a completely different sixth movie that would’ve been more like a prequel where they recasted everyone to have an “academy era” movie with Kirk, Spock, and McCoy shenanigans. Gene Roddenberry didn’t fucking like that idea (cause only he knows how to cast apparently)

- explosion :)

- Teacup that tells you what ship you’re on. I now understand why everyone hates Quark trying to spread his own brand when Starfleet clearly is trying to push their own into every single crevasse

- HIII SULU HIIII

- It’s nice that they gave him the ship he kept saying he was hoping for in voyage home

- I won’t make a fart joke out of “gaseous planetary anomalies” and I definitely won’t say that Q did it

- DAMN NOT THE TEACUP. NBC Hannibal would fucking hate this movie

- Forgot how much I freaking love George Takei and I am so happy they gave him more stuff to do in this movie

- Falling… for about 7 seconds which is about 4 seconds more than normal

- Fairly certain that’s Janice Rand (5:32) (edit: it is! Hi Janice!!!)

- “We have no need for assistance,” and “Stay out of the neutral zone,” sounds like challenge

- Kirk says “What are we doing here?” STARRRING IN THE SIXTH STAR TREK MOVIEE BABEYYYY

- Scotty bought a boat, Uhura teaches seminars at the academy, I love hearing about their lives, keep going

- “Where’s Spock?” Asked in the saddest wettest voice. Kirk’s got his priorities straight. Er- well- not straight exactly but they’re there

- Them trying to hide that the “special envoy” is Spock when Kirk is sitting there looking at him like this

- Sorry babygirl not taking in any of that information. I am taking in those beautiful eyes tho <3

- Ooooh starting this one off with Kirk and Spock on opposite political sides

- Kirk being the one who has to offer the olive branch probably because Spock thought he could trust him to be on the side of peace (which was a miscalculation cause he’s probably still pretty angry with the whole “you Klingon bastards killed my son” thing…)

- “I remind you this meeting is classified” as everybody splits off into chattering gossip

- Kirk actually getting angry at Spock for “volunteering” them. The giant empty room with Kirk in the shadows and only Spock in the light (plus that random person standing in a dark corner for some reason) augh the mise en scène is wonderful

- I don’t even know how to unpack all that. Kirk so prejudiced against the Klingons (finally taking a more antagonistic stance) and saying “You should have trusted me” WHICH IS WHAT SPOCK HAS ALWAYS DONE. Because he trusted that Kirk would ultimately want peace no matter how battered and broken he became.

- They changed Spock’s ears, made the points more curved into themselves

- Why does every new lieutenant like quoting regulations to Kirk? How many does he just regularly break?

- OH FOR FUCKS SAKE WHY DOES HE LOOK OVER AT SPOCK SO SOFTLY

- I love how shape her hair is (draw it draw it draw it dammnit)

- Whenever creating a Star Trek movie you need someone on the production team who loves the ship departing from space dock scenes

- “I can never forgive them for the death of my boy.” Kirk says my boy

- Okay yes, Valeris should have knocked before entering his room but Kirk should also know to lock his door when he’s talking to his diary

- Why is Valeris so involved in this movie? First she’s talking to Kirk and now we’re following her to Spock’s? Strange (my guess. She’s evil.)

- “It is a reminder to me that all things end.” Like your life. Twice. Also that’s a nice sentiment and all but it’s so sad with the context that even his own original timeline ends

- “Logic is the beginning of wisdom, Valeris, not the end.” YEAHHH OLDER SPOCK he’s got a more balanced view on the world and himself

- OKAY I absolutely adore the costume design, especially for Gorkon. Like the golden clips in the hair? The red suit adorned with studs and the giant silver necklace?? The beard??? Amazing

- I like that there’s a “chief of staff” for the Klingons. It’s like the manager at a party city

- “They all look alike” BRO THEY MOST FUCKINGLY DO NOT

- I love the chief of staff being so confused over what the napkin roll thing is. I feel that.

- Ah yes my favourite meal. Blue. With a side of orange of course.

- “I offer a toast. The Undiscovered Country…” Welp. He said it. Time to wrap up the movie

- YEP ITS SHAKESPEARE BABEYYY (thank you Spock for saying that it’s Hamlet, act III, scene I, cause I didn’t wanna look it up)

- “You’ve not experienced Shakespeare until you have read him in the original Klingon.” Quoi???

- Spock actively trying to stop Kirk from starting a war

- I think this is such a good part where the Klingons are trying to state their worries. The gradual (or not so gradual) need for assimilation to be apart of starfleet. This is a particularly big problem for the Klingons because so much of their culture has been entwined with violence which Starfleet seems almost hellbent to take away. As well as hearing troubling language such as “human rights” thrown in their faces

- IM SORRY. Kirk. You didn’t. You didn’t just compare someone to hitler.

- Spock looks actually so fucking pissed at Kirk

- “If there is to be a brave new world, our generation is going to have the hardest time living in it.” Gorkon dropping all the good lines

- McCoy just standing there adjusting his outfit and looking like the most tired man alive

- “I’m going to sleep this off.” “I’m going to go find a pot of black coffee.” Both Kirk and McCoy leaving Spock :(((

- The shaky swoop of the camera as Kirk and the rest of the bridge realize that somehow they just fired on the Klingon vessel

- Don’t care about the rest of the movie I just love the scene where everything starts floating on the Klingon vessel

- AUGH THOSE SPACE SUITS OKAY I DO STILL CARE

- Love me some good ol’ bad 3D graphics blood

- Times like this I wish I’d never skipped my tlhIngan Hol classes

- Floating dead Klingons. What. A. Scene.

- Aw Fuck Dude. The one guy getting gravity back online and everything falling to the ground and blood splattering and AUGHHH. Every time I think this scene can’t get better, it does!

- HIII MCCOY!!! He got to rush onto the bridge just to ask “are we firing torpedoes” and I appreciate that :)

- Kirk and Spock fighting over who should go to the Klingon ship and Spock saying “perhaps you’re right” and then putting his hand on Kirk’s shoulder made me more nervous than it should have. Darn you Wrath of Khan! You’ve given me trust issues. (but you're telling me this isn't supposed to look like a nerve pinch???)

- Also Kirk ultimately still trying to maintain peace. It’s his knee jerk reaction to this. He’s got what he’s said he’s wanted when incased in his own emotions about loosing his son but he knows it’s not right

- and finally, yay! McCoy gets to go on the mission!

- The actor for the Klingon that greets them is so good at the rage mixing with grief and sadness

- McCoy to the rescue!!

- Either Klingon blood is pink (like in that one game) or they wanted to keep it pg-13

- “He’s gone into some kind of damned arrest!” McCoy proceeds to straddle the Klingon on top of the table so he has leverage to do proper CPR… I have no thoughts on this that I’d like to share

- I do not believe McCoy’s punches would be strong enough to restart a heart. I’m sorry but they look so puny

- The blood bubbling as Gorkon dies is so fucking good oh my heart

- This is all happening at 2:00 fucking AM??? No wonder Kirk is tired

- “I sympathize, Mr. Scott.” Love when they make Spock say he ‘understands’ or ‘sympathizes’

- SAREKKKK!! Hehe hiiii

- “We are experiencing technical malfunction. All backup systems inoperative.” “Excellent. I… I mean, too bad.” A banger scene from Uhura and Chekov

- Rosanna DeSoto as Azetbur (the Chancellor’s daughter) plays the part so well. Again their portrayal of grief and anger while trying to get to peace is so fucking amazing. LOOK AT HER FACE

- Maybe I’m not so happy about McCoy being on this mission after all…

- The giant circular judgement chamber is so fucking cool

- MICHAEL DORN 🫵

- The sparking gavel <3

- I love the beginning of a translator translating all the Klingon’s words

- WORF IS THEIR DEFENDANT???

- That one Klingon that laughs at McCoy’s joke, wanna be friends?

- “You say you are due for retirement. May I ask, do your hands shake?” “Objection!” “I was nervous!” “No. You were incompetent.” This is like watching reality tv for me. That’s some good drama

- phew thank goodness they’re not killing McCoy. He’s too pretty to die

- The back and forth slow zoom in on McCoy & Kirk and the judge didn’t have the intensity they were going for but I appreciate the effort

- “Better to kill them now and get it over with.” That’s nice Scotty

- Oh shit Spock loosing both of his husbands in one sentencing. That cannot be good for the economy

- “An ancestor of mine maintained that if you eliminate the impossible, whatever remains however improbable, must be the truth.” Ancestor? You mean fucking Arthur Conan Doyle?? Or Sherlock??? Either way that’s a hecking lore drop

- They’ve got a murder mystery aboard the Enterprise, this is my dream

- Hey babe, new Klingon dog beast just dropped (Jackal Mastiff)

- I let out an audible “aww” of pity when I saw McCoy wrapped up in a blanket

- I can’t believe I’m only halfway through this movie what is even happening anymore

- Had a brief pause to voice crackedly yell a little bit. Something along the lines of “I do not care. I do not care! I don’t care! I just want Spock- I just want them with Spock! I do not care!” And then let myself breathe for a second or two (and then made chicken nuggets). The outburst was born of a deep sadness from the fact that they can’t just be happy and retired together. Ok, back to the movie.

- Martia just handed Kirk a blunt change my mind

- “Somebody up there wants you out of the way.” of course, it can’t just be about actual politics between the Klingons and Federation, it has to actually be about Kirk and somebody trying to kill him. Dang it.

- “But the killers may still be among them.” …wait a damn minute.. you’re saying there’s imposters- *pulled away forcefully*

- I love how every commanding officer comes into the kitchen absolutely furious that someone fired a phaser

- On that note: why is there a kitchen? And why are they preparing various cooked birds? Who’s having a banquet tonight?

- What kind of bullshit evolution puts a species genitals in their knees?

- Hate how Kirk just lets McCoy go treat the highly dangerous being alone

- “Spock was right” NO SHIT HE’S LITERALLY AN ANCESTOR OF SHERLOCK

- YASSS SULU!!! Now get your rest you beautiful man

- Spock will literally leave no stone unturned for his husbands

- Either Martia has some really good prosthetics in the cave or she’s wearing someone else’s skin… NEVERMIND haha she’s just a shapeshifter

- Chekov was so proud of himself dammit. Too bad he was so utterly wrong

- Also Valeris is so expressive, kinda loving it

- The planet seems kinda nice in the daylight.. minus the dead body I’d say it’s pretty similar to winters in Canada (yes I made the joke, please delete it before posting) (edit: nope <3 just like Canada. Made your bed, lie in it)

- “Leave me. I’m finished.” Goddamn this man’s worst enemy is the cold. Both times McCoy just gives up and tells Spock or Kirk to leave him (First time being in All Our Yesterdays)

- “If they’re even looking for us.” Bones. Spock would literally NEVER leave the both of you. That aside the rest of the Enterprise crew also loves you like crazy

- Everyone laughing on the channel with the Klingons is so funny

- Holyy shit. Is Kirk going to fight.. himself???

- McCoy angel <3

- “I can’t believe I kissed you.” Yeah. Me neither. You didn’t actually have too.

- Poor McCoy holy cannoli oil. He’s knocked out and when he wakes up immediately gets trampled by two versions of his husband

- HIIII JACKAL MASTIFF HIII

- “Since you’re all going to die anyway, why not tell you.” When I go to watch the cinema sins video (I know I’m sorry) on this movie I bet they’ll say “klingonposition” or smt like that here

- If it’s just Chang that wants Kirk dead that’s so disappointing

- McCoy looks over and sees this

- “What you want is irrelevant, what you’ve chosen is at hand.” SPOCK IS ANGRYYYYY SPOCK IS PISSSED

- Please someone let McCoy take a shower, he stinks

- WAIT VALERIS WAS THE ONE SITTING IN THE DARK CORNER OF THE ROOM IN THE BEGINNING

- The distorted wavy angle that almost feels like it’s going side to side dutch angles with each of Spock’s footsteps as he nears Valeris

- I WOULD HAVE SCREAMED IN THEATRES

- Valeris is fucking crying omg what the actual fuck

- I honestly don’t know how to take that apart. I’m still shocked and screaming a little. The reactions from each crew member being just absolutely horrified

- I’m still reeling from that but I gotta acknowledge the fact that Spock says “I prefer it dark” when Kirk enters his quarters. So did I as a teenager and my mom would tell me it was bad for my eyes

- “You and the doctor might have been killed.” “The night is still young.” They are three months from retirement. Goddammnit let them just get to be retired together on a farm or condo or smt. I don’t give a shit just let them rest.

- “Spock, you want to know something? Everybody’s human.” NO THEYRE NOT IN THIS CONTEXT. That was kind of a big point made in this movie. I think the point you’re trying to make is ‘everyone in the whole galaxy forever will always make mistakes.’

- “Doctor, would you care to assist me in performing surgery on a torpedo?”

- Chang just said, “ah the games afoot” why are there so many Sherlock Holmes references in this one? Like I know they have a hard on for famous literature but this one is named after a Shakespeare quote. Just saying it’s a bit crowded.

- They really wanted McCoy to say smt doctory while making the torpedo so they chose “we’ve got a heart beat”

- I think it would’ve been better if Chang said to be or not to be in Klingon like they did at the dinner table

- So they saved the day? Yay? Kirk and McCoy should legally not actually be there- oh they’re all clapping for them who cares

- SPOCK GETS TO SAY GO TO HELL

- Kirk did not just fucking quote Peter Pan. Shut the fuck up.

- McCoy’s look says it all. And by that I mean just let him retire with his husbands. Oh my goodness.

- Just for my mom I'm mentioning the flared pants (Spock and McCoy look kinda goofy tho)

- Ohhh so this is where they change it from “where no man” to “where no one”

- And the Enterprise rides off into the sun. What kind of Grease ending is that?

Awwe okay all of their signatures at the end was a nice touch

I don’t have much more to say here, I forgot how fun but time consuming it was to do these thought posts. I really really appreciate everyone who likes these posts because it means y’all took the time to read this which is just something so meaningful to me.

Thank you all so much <3

Masterpost

[pucksalotguys]

Chapter 3

A faster than usual update so here we are with chapter 3 ! Be warned this chapter involves sexual content so if you don’t like smut just move along. Also If you haven’t already HERE is chapter 1 and HERE is chapter 2. I will be making a masterlist after this chapter so it’s all easy to find. I can’t spoil for this one much so enjoy ❤️

(Please remember to like, reblog, add tags, comment and leave me some asks to let me know what you think (anon is on for a reason so don’t be shy, I promise I’m nice 🫶)

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Sidney held his glass of water tightly in his hand, he knew it was wrong, he knew he should’ve simply declined her offer to talk but she was just that enticing to him

“Listen I may not be married to have much expertise in relationships but maybe you could’ve tried to speak to her rather than just leaving” Cece shrugged 

“I would've but she asked me to leave” he admitted “Basically kicked me out, I would’ve stayed but I just didn’t wanna blow up. I hate arguing more than anything”

She nodded sympathetically and sat up straight “You did good doing that, you know your limits though I must admit just on my own opinion….her throwing you out isn’t okay. That’s your home too,it’s not fair to you but….is there something else going on ?”

He sighed “To make a long story short when we were first dating she worked at an art studio, she then took over it when the owner retired and then sold it when she got pregnant with our boys because she wanted to be a stay at home mom after….after Roman’s diagnosis” he cleared his throat “And now she bought another studio because she wants to host classes now, she got it with her inheritance and went as far as hiring our old nanny and expected me to just take it all with no complaints since you know I’m so absent since I play hockey”

“Oh wow” Cece rubbed her forehead “Damn that’s….that’s not good” she said quietly

Sidney let out a small chuckle “Shit you’re telling me, but I mean realistically as much as I hate to admit it she’s right. I start the season soon and well I won’t be around as much”

“That doesn’t give her a right to just take over things” she shook her head “I get she’s the mom and she’s probably overwhelmed and-”

“Please, overwhelmed ?” he interrupted and scoffed “She spends the fucking day researching special diets and therapies and speaking with bullshit experts about Roman’s condition while treating Aaron like he’s some golden child and treating Roman like he’s made of glass”

“And that makes you mad ?” Cece asked

“I just wish she’d accept him for who he is” Sidney shook his head “Okay maybe he’ll need a walker or even a wheelchair at times but it’s okay. I love him and I accepted that a long time ago. Sure it makes me sad we can’t play hockey or skate together but I do other things with him. We draw and build legos and read books and watch shows. His brother Aaron doesn’t care he’s different, he’s just happy he has someone to play with. It’s just her….their mother”

She didn’t know what took over her but she placed a hand gently on his back “I’m sorry, I am”

He wiped his nose and gave her a grin “I’m sorry for exploding like that on you”

“Hey sometimes we just need to vent” she grinned back “But I will say, I think if you were to tell her how you felt maybe she’d be open to having a deeper conversation with you. I feel like underneath all that she’s going through something”

“She wants another baby” he confessed “In her mind if we bring another child into this world everything will suddenly be fixed”

“A baby is not a bandaid” she shook her head “I feel for you but I feel for her too, she’s doing what she’s doing to find herself again. She knows she’s not being the best of people so she’s wanting to go back to something she’s good at, to somewhere she belongs” “I get that but-” “No buts” she spoke up “You have your career, you have a team. You play hockey and you love it and you’re around people who love it just as much as you do. You have that as an outlet, she doesn’t.” she explained “And maybe she’s coming about things the wrong way but she deserves some happiness. I know she’s not being the best of a person at the moment but maybe having her hobby back into her life will help her realize she needs to step up as a mother to those two little boys and as a wife to you. I know I don’t know her but as a woman I feel for her, I really do” “Just sucks” he shrugged “It sucks so damn much, I want the best for my boys. I want them to see two loving and happy parents but all they’ve seen so far is arguing and tense moments and soon they won’t even be seeing me everyday or her. They’ll be raised with a nanny most of the day along with me on some phone screen. I can’t believe I’ve fucked them over so badly” he rubbed his face “Sidney” Cece whispered “It’s okay” she looked in his eyes “Sometimes life is just really hard but it doesn’t last” Tears shimmered in his eyes as he reached over and gave her a hug. In such a short amount of time she had provided him with an outlet. He had been able to vent and open up about so much he was holding in and while it broke his heart it did help a little. What didn’t help was what he was feeling inside of him as they were close together. He made eye contact with her and leaned in as he took her lips into a gentle kiss He expected her to push him away but she simply stayed in position and kissed him back, removing her arms from his shoulders and down to her sides as she moved her head to the side and allowed him to hold a side of her waist. He couldn’t help but move his other free hand up to caress her cheek. For a moment they just stayed that way, making out on her couch with only the sounds of saliva being heard for a good while until he slowly pulled apart and backed up

“I….I…I’m sorry” he whispered

“It’s okay” she murmured shaking her head “I’m gonna go….” he stood up quickly “I’ll….I’ll talk to you another day” “Yeah…yeah see you” Cece nodded as she wiped her lips with the back of her hand and rubbed them together nervously “I’m sorry” Sidney said instead as he left her apartment shutting her door

 Touching his lips with his fingers he rubbed them together and took in what was left of her taste. He then smelled his shirt to see if her scent lingered but there was nothing. There was no trace of her on him, not even a bit. He couldn’t risk going back to his apartment, she was right next door and just too much temptation for him at the moment. Instead he went back to his car and drove home, needing to get it all out

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As soon as he came through the door he practically ran up the stairs to his and Jacqueline’s bedroom and woke her up with a hungry kiss. He wasted no time as he unbuttoned his shirt and kissed down her neck “I missed you too much” “I’m sorry” Jacqueline kissed him back in response “I’m sorry for being a total bitch, I promise first thing tomorrow I’ll call the bank and have them-” “Shh” Sidney whispered as he reached over to his nightstand and grabbed a condom as he opened it up quickly and took his pants off “We’ll deal with that tomorrow okay ? Right now I just want you” He was still hard as he rolled the condom on and it wasn’t because of Jacqueline. He knew Cece was the cause and it was fucking with him. He shook off the thought of her as he positioned himself on top of his wife and gently pushed in, she wasn’t aroused as much as he wished she was but she was still moaning which was a good enough distraction “Yes baby” Jacqueline whined as she wrapped her legs around him “You’re fucking me so good” Sidney buried his face deep into her neck as he thrusted in and out of her at a good pace, he closed his eyes for a moment and suddenly Cece came into his mind. He pictured how she’d react to him, if she would want him to kiss her or hold her. When the realization hit him that he was thinking of her while fucking his wife, he quickly lifted his head and looked in Jacqueline’s eyes and like a dream he saw Cece instead “Baby… are you alright ?” Jacqueline panted “You want me on top ?” “I…I….I want you from the back” he whispered “Ew, you know that’s trashy” she made a face of disgust “Do I look cheap to you ?” Sidney sighed as he felt himself soften “The other way, not that” “I hate doggy style” she pouted “I cum way too fast” “I’ll go nice and slow” he tried giving a smirk, desperate to just have some kind of physical touch “Good” she turned around and positioned herself

Sidney quickly inserted himself and began pounding into her as he held her waist with his hands, he tried his best to get himself into the mood and picked up the pace “S-Slow” Jacqueline moaned “I don’t wanna cum yet” “Come on, it feels good to me” he murmured as he lifted her hips up a bit “Just arch more”

“Slow go slow” she mumbled “I’m sensitive you know that” He continued to fuck her at the speed she liked, boring and slow. The sound of skin slapping against skin and her moans filling up their bedroom while all he could think about was Cece. The thought of her moaning his name and begging him to fuck her was all he could think about and rather than pushing out the thought like he did before, he closed his eyes as he began to picture her in Jacqueline’s position Her perfectly round ass in the air as he held her waist, her brunette curls glued to her forehead and sides of her face from the sweat building up as he pounded roughly into her. He pictured her eyes rolling to the back of her head as he hit every sweet spot she had. Her screams and moans begging him to go harder and faster, her hands clutching the bed sheets and biting down on them from the satisfaction she was feeling. He knew she’d be a fucking animal in bed

All those thoughts made him get hard again as he opened his eyes and looked down at Jacqueline who was a whining mess. He took it as a sign and picked up the pace as he pressed his hand down to her lower back to stabilize her form a bit more “I love when you do that” Jacqueline whimpered as she looked back at him

“You like it don’t you” he muttered as he hunched over her body, desperate to remind himself that this is where he belonged; with her. He didn’t need to be thinking about someone else while having sex with his wife, it was wrong. So wrong. He kissed her shoulder as sweat began to build on his brow and shook off those thoughts quickly, he was exactly where he needed to be. With Jacqueline is who he needed to be and he’d make sure of it 

“I need to cum baby….I need to cum so bad” she whined interrupting his thoughts “Not yet” Sidney grunted as he kept a tight hold on her waist “When I say so, hold off a little longer, just a bit more” “I can’t” she panted “I need to cum” Knowing she couldn’t hold off like he wanted he picked up his pace and began thrusting into her harder and faster, making her scream into her pillow as her orgasm hit her making her legs shake uncontrollably. She had finished but he still had some in him

“Let me eat you out for a bit” he breathed heavily, desperate to keep it going with her as he flipped her on her back “This okay ?” he whispered as he lowered his face down

“No” Jacqueline shook her head, entirely overstimulated “Get away”

“I’m desperate to taste you, please” he pleaded as he tried again only to get his face slapped away roughly “What the hell Jacqueline, that hurt ! What the fuck did you do that for ?” he held his cheek

“You know I fucking hate that” she said as she held the bedsheet to her chest “It’s vulgar and disgusting, god what’s wrong with you ! We have class Sidney, I’m not some whore !”

“You’re fucking insane” he pointed at her as he got up and grabbed his clothes “Insane” “Where are you going ?” she asked “You can’t just leave me here alone after we just have sex ! Get back here, this discussion isn’t over !” “I’m sleeping in the guest room, where I should’ve stayed the first time rather than leaving just because you said so” he snapped as he walked out and changed in the hallway, walking into a guest room as he shut the door and locked it He took out his phone and noticed a text message from Cece from just minutes ago I just wanted you to know that everything is okay and I don't want you stressing about anything and as far as I'm concerned I've totally forgotten about it. Much to his surprise as soon as he read it another message from her came in

Just please let me keep my job.

Concerned he immediately started to write her back despite how late it was

Cece everything is okay. I would never ever tell management to fire you. You're safe and your job is safe please don't ever feel uncomfortable with me.

Another came in Thank you. Listen, I meant what I said, there’s nothing awkward. I hope everything is okay with you and your wife. Your children deserve to see you two happy and healthy. Do it for them.

He rubbed his face as he reread the message over and over, do it for them. He’d try his hardest to take her advice.

By the time he woke up in the morning Jacqueline was already gone and this time the twins went with her. It was Wednesday which meant that it was art class with both of them, something he had never been invited for because she claimed it was her personal hobby with them. But what he did notice was from her was an email and whenever she emailed him he knew he was in for it. It was her way of communication without needing to text or call, she did it whenever she needed to feel in control

He read through it and simply shook his head, there wasn't really much else he could do. She had written to him that while their night had ended on a sour note she still wanted to talk to him and emphasized how much she loved him and just wanted things to be better. It was what she always did whenever they had a big fight, only this time she was the one who was apologizing. He knew the routine to a T, he would email her back and she would then text him and he would then text back and later on that night she would say sorry in her own way. Things would go in a cycle until they would fight again, he was more than used to it Rather than go through that all over again he simply sent her a text message that said he loved her and they'd get through anything. To sweeten it up even more he made a call to an assistant to make sure that her new studio location had all the new supplies it needed before she could even get there later in the day. At this stage in the relationship he just wanted them content and for the boys to see a happy family

The rest of the day went on as usual. He worked out at the gym which was followed by a quick skate session then followed by a shower and now he was at lunch at one of his favorite spots. He gave a quick hello to the hostess and to some of the waiters, people he had known for years

In the middle of eating he lifted his head when he heard a familiar voice, sitting just a few tables away from him was none other than Cecelia. He gave her a simple wave and smiled. In return she waved back and then giggled as she pointed to her chin. Wide-eyed he looked in the reflection of a spoon only to see his mouth and chin covered in sauce from his burger

 “It's that good, huh ?” she asked 

 “This is so embarrassing” he blushed as he grabbed a napkin to wipe his face

She simply grinned from ear to ear and shrugged “I knew I should have ordered the barbecue bacon burger instead of the chinese chicken salad” “I didn't know you would be back so soon, I thought Kyle said to give it a couple days” he reminded her “You needed rest, remember ?”

Cecelia rolled her eyes playfully “Oh come on, my cut is basically non-existent” she pointed to the side of her forehead and suddenly leaned over so she could hear him better “Hey, question ?” “What ?” Sidney asked softly

“Do you think I'll have a cool scar like Harry Potter did ?” she asked with beaming eyes He laughed, he laughed deeply, one he needed so badly “Cecelia ?” “What ?” she chuckled “It’d be super cool” “You're not going to look like Harry Potter” he chuckled and turned his head “Way to crush a girl's dreams” she shook her head and sipped her soda He watched her and scoffed as he noticed her food choices “Not to be rude but don't you think you're a little too old to have orange soda and fries with your meal ?” “Since when are you the food police ?” she raised her brow “Can’t a girl just have her choices ?” Sidney chuckled, she was so funny and full of life. He wondered what that was like, to simply just always be happy and find positivity in any situation. Silence followed for a bit as he went back to eating his food and she went back to reading her book. Deep down he was grateful that she was doing exactly as she said in the message she had sent him the night before. She wasn't being awkward and she was simply making conversation “Hey” he said after a while “Are you going back to the office ?” “No actually” she shook her head “I’m going to be able to work from home for the rest of the day and tomorrow. You probably already know but I'm just getting the itinerary and reservations done for the preseason trip you guys are taking next week” “You coming ?” he asked surprised “Well considering I'm an assistant to coaches and I have to make sure that reservations and everything else you guys need such as food and room preferences is done to your exact liking…yeah” she nodded

“Dumb question” he shook his head “Well…have a nice rest of your day” “Likewise” she grinned He watched as she finished up her food and asked for the check and just as she was getting her bag ready his worst nightmare came true and in walked Jacqueline and the boys heading his way “Look boys, daddy’s here too” Jacqueline grinned Sidney quickly put a smile on his face and walked in her direction as he picked up both boys and kissed their heads “What a nice surprise, how did you guys know I was here ?” “Just got lucky” Jacqueline replied with a smile as she went up and kissed him

He kissed her back softly and sat the boys down, when he turned around Cecelia was signing off on her check and gave him a wave goodbye “Oh sweetheart he's with his family right now he's not going to sign anything for you or take pictures” Jacqueline turned around and gave her a sympathetic smile “You should know the rule by now” “Jac, no” Sidney turned red as he watched Cecelia give a reassuring nod “Jacqueline meet Cecelia she's the new executive assistant to coaches” “Oh wow” Jacqueline faked being impressed “Not to be rude but isn't that like a man's job ?” “I mean there's no gender preference but I do get paid like a man which is pretty cool” Cecelia shrugged “It’s nice to meet you by the way” “ Well considering you'll be around, I'm going to assume you're in charge of the family lounge ?”  Jacqueline asked “Yup” she nodded “I’ll be host for home games” “I'll need your email and your number to be able to text you and email you because there's certain accommodations that need to be done for some of us and some of the kids, specifically dietary. Last season was such a headache and I really don't want to go through that again so I hope you're a quick learner” Jacqueline said as she handed her phone over 

Sidney watched in horror as Cecelia simply nodded and did as told. Jacqueline liked to test people and he knew that she was about to test the shit out of Cecelia and he also knew he was gonna do everything he could to help her out.

[frxstbyt]

what are your headcannons about trans fem! dally? my tail started wagging seeing this

A/N: MY FEET STARTED KICKING AND I SCREECHED WHEN I SAW THIS ASK, OMG ANON YOU’RE THE BEST. 😭🙏🖤 I typed it all out last night and went to bed (and added a little more this morning), but HERE I AM TODAY, SHARING THIS WITH YA.

Okay, I’m gonna be giving y’all the background/backstory of this AU first before moving on to the headcanons because it’s pretty important. And I’m going to say it now, there are some triggering topics, so read at your own risk.

AU Background/Transfem!Dally’s Backstory:

— This AU mainly takes place 2/3 years post-canon. (Late 1967 / early 1968.)

— Johnny and Ponyboy are dead. (Johnny from the church fire in September of ‘65, Ponyboy from su¡c¡de in August of ‘67.) Soda and Steve run away together after Ponyboy’s funeral, Two-Bit is in rehab for his alcohol addiction and Darry’s in a mental hospital after a failed su¡c¡de attempt.

— She became gender dysphoric shortly after her 18th birthday and got over it surprisingly fast. (Like two weeks or somethin’, idk.) (Her train of thought was literally this: “Damn, I really like girl stuff. And I think I’d look real pretty in a dress. ... Holy sh¡t, I think I wanna be a girl. ... Yeah, I wanna be a girl.”) (I wish I got over my dysphoria like that.)

— She changes her name to Sonia. She chose this name because she remembers her father telling her when she was little that if she’d been born a girl he’d’ve named her Sonia. (Btw in my AU her parents were not ab*sive. They loved her more than anything in the world.)

— She was closeted for over a year before finally being like “F*ck it, I gotta tell somebody.” 1st person she comes out to is Buck. (He cried and hugged her and promised her he wouldn’t tell anybody.) They grow closer in a father-daughter way.

— Some jackahh at Buck’s roadhouse found out and told everybody that was there. Word spread like wildfire and soon enough the whole town knew. She got jumped, jeered/laughed at, threatened a lot (mainly by the Socs) and as a result she stays inside a lot.

— Evie visits her one day and Sonia’s a bit wary because she’s not fully trustworthy of people. (She has the right to be, people were literally death threatening her.) Evie tells her that she’s also trans (my AU) and Sonia is so shocked by the revelation that she starts yelling in Russian. (That really freaked Evie out.) They end up talking. (In English, lol.) A lot. Evie teaches her how to put on make up, style her hair, etc. They eventually become best friends.

Okay, now that we got THAT outta the way......

Main Headcanons:

— Sonia’s very feminine. She wears a lot of jewelry and swaps out most (if not all) of her old clothes with dresses, skirts, pretty blouses, etc. (Basically super girly clothes, idk, I’m not a girl anymore.)

— Evie gave Sonia one of her make up kits and Sonia was SO excited. (She tried to hide it, but it was obvious she was happy.)

— Definitely the type of girl to spray her perfume at 8 A.M and make the person/people behind her start choking on the fumes. (I HATE girls who do this. Except my crush. She’s the only exepction because she doesn’t put on a lot and it smells AMAZING.) (I’m getting off-topic—)

— Her hair is pretty long (she never cuts it; she hates haircuts, it’s a canon fact) and she is OBSESSED with styling it. She usually wears it in a high ponytail.

— Just because she’s a girl now doesn’t mean she doesn’t fight anymore; she’s still tough as nails. She can and will break your neck if you piss her off. (Bbg can break my neck any day.)

— I have a small headcanon that she likes to draw, so sometimes she’ll redraw her favorite pictures of her and the gang (occasionally a photo of her with her parents) back when they were together. (She draws herself as a girl, obviously.) It makes her very emotional though, so she doesn’t do it often.

— Girlie paints her cat’s nails, argue with the wall. (She wants her lil’ furball to feel pretty too, okay? 🥺)

— She’s genuinely the happiest she’s ever been in her life, but she’s lonely. She wishes she could share her cheerfulness with the gang, but their gone, and the only people she has left are Buck and Evie.

Things may change as I expand on this AU, but this is what I’ve got for now. AND TYSM FOR THE ASK ANON, ILY. 🫶🫶🫶

[raccoonfallsharder]

✩࿐࿔ stop hittin' shit. [new 2/11]

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babe. hey. babe. the captain knows these feelings are super overwhelming, but you gotta stop hitting shit. take a breath, do something grounding, and try to remind yourself of something you have control over (even if it's something really small, like getting a drink). but you have to stop hurting your hands - rocket says so. (plus, sooner or later, he's gonna run out of materials for patching the walls.)

this one is for RocketRaccoonsFluffyTail on ao3 ~ bby i'm sorry this took so long and also i'm not sure if it will help at all, or if it's anything like what you were hoping for. i'm sorry if it's not. but i hope you feel seen, and i hope in moments when things are difficult and you just wanna slug an inanimate object, you can take a moment to think of our guy holding your gaze and breathing with you, and reminding you of healthier strategies.

“What the fuck is this?”  You blink over the edge of your Milky Fizz, turning to lean your hip against the rail of the observation deck. Behind you, a million-trillion stars flicker and tumble, spiralling against a backdrop of shimmering ink-blue. “Huh?” you say, baffled. “Your knuckles, kid.” You glance down at your hand, where your fingers wrap around the plastic carton. Dots of dried blood, like tiny dark garnets, crust along a few thin scrapes on your first two knuckles. The third sports a bloodless pink scratch, and a faint puffiness blooms like a bruise along the base of your fingers. Your eyes dart back to the crimson stare of your Captain. Oops. You shrug weakly — take a long draw on your drink while your brain scrambles to think of an excuse or change the subject. “Well,” you say slowly, “I was training with Adam earlier—” He glowers.  “Don’t frickin’ lie to me.” “I’m not lying,” you protest, but the words sound crimped and evasive, even to your own ears. “I was training with Adam—” “But that ain’t what caused this,” he snarls.  You stare at him blankly, then at your knuckles. Then you take another long sip of your Milky Fizz. Unfortunately for you both, there’s not much left, and you end up filling the quiet air between you with the slurping crackle of a straw in an empty soda.

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the world is hard, and sometimes it's difficult to complete daily tasks & take care of yourself (aka rocket bullies you for your own damn good).

feel free to ✩ request reminders ✩ via reblogs, asks, and tumblr or ao3 comments if they would be helpful for you. it may take me a hot minute to get to them depending on life n stuff, but i will do my best. ♡ view the take what you need queue to see upcoming installations & the current backlog.

this is about as wholesome as it gets (for me) i think. can be read platonically or romantically. mcu-based anthology, meant to take place post-volume-3, but headcanon however you want ♡

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eat somethin. (wc: 576)

go to frickin bed already. (wc: 737)

get outta bed & get your shit done.(wc: 925)

take a damn bath. (wc: 1,375)

leave your frickin skin alone. (wc: 1,579)

take a fuckin study break.(wc: 1,020)

drink some goddamn water. (wc: 1,209)

stop destroying your frickin clothes. (wc: 1,609)

just buy the damn thing already. (wc: 1,271)

it's frickin laundry day. (wc: 1,923)

get some sunshine, sunshine. (wc: 1,614)

did you take your damn meds today? (wc: 1,288)

schedule your fuckin' appointments.(wc: 1,222)

do your goddamn dishes. (wc: 994)

brush your frickin' teeth. (wc: 1,774)

nobody fuckin hates you (wc: 1,231)

stop biting your goddamn nails (wc: 2,920)

take a frickin' shower (wc: 1,359 )

take care of your fuckin injury (wc: 2,102)

cook some goddamn food. (wc: 2,707)

clean your frickin room. (wc: 2,465)

stop hittin shit. (wc: 1,862)

if you find any of these at all helpful, they're meant for you.

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[coldretard]

I have off tomorrowwwwwwwsa

we all do probably but

it doesn’t feel like Saturday to me

I’m a big fan of that lol

I don’t have a ramble in me but imma force one out because

This Tom papa special is pretty good but i don’t wanna give my undivided attention to it

He is making jokes about food influencing your behavior and mood and I know he makes his own bread cause I listen to him on podcasts lol and he is just good at his job and doesn’t preach to people he just does good jokes that might make people think twice before eating a bag of cool ranch Doritos because a while after you want to kill yourself a lil

I think I typed that 5 hours ago and then i came back to this to ramble more and then tumblr did a crash and it didn’t save the rambles after this ramble (sad, because decent lol)

there are four married men at my work that go out of their way to be nice to me and like not other people and just

why

i mean know why (and no I ain’t gonna touch it) but like why do they think that’s okay lol are they just being nice out of pity

I know it is not ideal to be aware of motivation existing for every and all things but like it does and therefore no these people are not just being nice to be nice there is a reason

There’s always a reason for everything even if it’s not a good one or

Like I don’t know the reason we evolved brains that are painfully aware of our imminent death but I know there IS ONE lol

I know a lot of the reasons for things now, health issue things, sadnesses and such

Don’t pretend being depressed is just part of life and it won’t be / I think therefore I am / if you say you can you will & if you say you can’t you’re right /

You get it

I am tired

I want to cum

I need to drink water

We’re all the same really lol

The thing about ants not tryna leave the boundaries when someone draws circles around them and then showing all the BORDERS OF COUNTRIES like I get it lol but we need them at this point because without them the places that suck will trickle into the places that are nice - if we had started with no borders everyone would be the same maybe lol or dead

I know nothing John snow don’t fucking listen to me

You can actually :/ i do know a lot of things and it’s not like hidden secret knowledge it’s just not ever addressed lol because guess what’s easier? Popping pills

I don’t like that about the world

It card to find someone without a prescription lol even I smoke weed ffs that kinda counts plant or not

The only person raw dawging life is ….no one.

Find me someone not drinking caffeine and not prescribed anything. I thought did but he sneaks cans of Coca Cola and has prescriptions now (cause he didn’t take care of his damn body)

AND NOW IT IS 3AM

It’s three am I must be lonelyyyy

No it’s actually 411 according the the fucking alarm clock this asshole downstairs is sleeping through lol it’s set for 405 so even I didn’t hear it for a whole 6 minutes .. but I’m not IN THAT ROOM LIKE HE IS. Idk how people sleep through loud noises like that lol DRUGS?!?

I mean dude makes almost 1000 a week and I take 300 because life is expensive and this isn’t a goddamn homeless shelter but he’s somehow always poor lol which like how - I’m buying the groceries

Which I forgot I said if I had to pay for them I wasn’t going to be also preparing all his meals like you want a slave you gotta stock my shit lol

But last night he was napping (last night aka like 5pm yesterday) so I went in the kitchen WHERE I BELONG to make dinner and put dishes away and I made rice (which just requires patience like you gotta wash the rice and then let it boil - I do a cup of rice almost 2 TBSP of oil and 1/2 tsp salt and 1.75 C water and I hate American measurements lol I think that was one way they tried to fuck up our ability to use food as medicine. Cause back in the Florence nightingale time (and location) they had recipes we prolly never even heard of. Remedies and recipes

I get so mad now when people don’t understand that our own body is responsible for our own healing and you just gotta it the right conditions lol like definitely SET broken bones and definitely antibiotics have saved lives but MOST things most illnesses and even most diseases are within our realm of fixing. You don’t need doctors. We didn’t evolve from cavemen because doctors existed. I’d venture to argue that doctors now do more harm than good. Granted we are not taught the things or given the tools to know how to fix ourselves lol but like the truth is out there man lol

Seriously though I wish I found Barbara O’Neill when I was in school. I graduated highschool in 2008 and dropped out of college after people started dying from pills and getting their drugs laced with fentanyl lol but alas my career didn’t require it.. despite everyone else I work with having a college degree.. So LOL at them.

I’d be in legitimate debt instead of just bad at money

Also I swear to fucking god these assholes are going to make me take my days off around Christmas so I don’t get all the OT again lol

Trust me, your omnipotent creator doesn’t get offended by words, and since I’m not a believer like that I’m not actually using the lords name in vain or whatever the fuck …. Wait yes I am because I am using it in an empty or meaningless way … I always thought it meant thinking like “this is gods fault” and being so disappointed by god you then curse him

I don’t know

Spiritual, yes. Religious, no. Religion is responsible for all the wars. And those imaginary lines we decided were worth killing people over. I mean now it’s too late the lines are necessary because some countries are shit holes and some are not but maybe if we had never segregated ourselves we wouldn’t be so different from eachother but TOO LATE what’s done is done and now I don’t want people imported from other hemispheres and TBH neither do their gut biomes you’re supposed to eat the food indigenous to your area lol that’s why I can fuck with everything apples forever like I wasn’t raised on milk I was raised on apple cider lol AND IVE NEVER BROKEN A BONE I’ve really fucked up my elbows and tailbone but nothing to my knowledge ever broke perhaps teeny tiny fractures and for sure bruises but never casts never snaps 🤞 I hope I hope I hope the universe never makes me / I never do anything to warrant that karma lol my brain is the mob btw if I disrespect the order of the world instant karma and thus far it (my karma) has been eerily accurate

If I’m mean or do a rude thing, something bad happens to me lol usually nothing too serious but low key (so low key I would never actually say this to humans esp my sister) but I think my XL abortion is why I don’t have parents - which I know is like not how cancer works lol I know they grew that shit over so many years and it was a direct result of their lifestyle / dietary choices - but yet I still feel that(low key) if I had had that baby they would not be dead.

And that’s a weird way to feel.

But I don’t think there’s anything after this lol because I think energy gets recycled but not SOULS or whatever makes us have a spark of electricity in every cell. Salt water I guess lol shits crazy

There’s so many layers to health and once you realize the building blocks matter

Like do people not liken it to gas grades and cars

Put premium in your body it is worth it and ultimately over time regular will fuck up the engine

Our body our cells our mf dna is made up of what we eat lol well it’s actually nucleotides but NUTRITION AFFECTS HOW WE MAKE NUCLEOTIDES and therefore our dna BUT we cannot change our chromosomes and we cannot fully detox from an mRNA vaccine lol

I should go back to sleep lol

I want to brag about famous people living near me and being on my ro…can’t even say that lol as I don’t wanna dox myself or career

If you know my job don’t fucking tell people please lol they don’t need to know

Suffice it to say that I only own a home because my parents are dead and not because my career is a real money maker lol but

See can’t even brag about the benefits without basically doxing

Doxing is a such a faggot word lol

And concept tbh like mind your business troll

I hope every human responsible for the squirrel euthanized in NEW YORK okay caps gets mugged Or assaulted Or like some not death but like a physically painful thing happen to them because what the fuck is wrong with you lol you did this because you were “concerned”? Well now it’s dead, are you happy? Nothing to be “concerned” about. Fucking disgusting. And obviously voting for Kamala so like

The type of people who are voting blue blindly are the type of people who can’t mind their own business and need the tv to tell them what to believe

Also imagine setting a ballot box on fire and genuinely believing you’re on the right side of history

You don’t have to like trump personally but you do have to respect the fact that millions of us do and we literally elected him to be a presidential candidate despite the television programming everyone to hate him - we don’t watch news lol maybe someone watch fox but like I do think most of us don’t even have cable anymore like

Now tis 6am and I am still not back asleep lol but it’s not dark anymore so I might have to stay awake

I love my nails and I’m so grateful for the glass files the pretty blonde one told me about (I mean I think I knew they existed but I didn’t use them lol) and my nails like so useful so strong so GOOD FOR PICKING MY FACE which is BAD lol I can’t not pick my face I hate this for me

Like I’m probably better off touching my phone cause then I’m not picking my face lol but being perpetually on tumblr feels like not a good thing but also it is the best way to not spend money lol not shopping online OR FIND US IN THE APP or whatever something about capital letters in advertising always made me feel like a robot was yelling at me

Rumble is the best way to watch Barbara I always just listened on SoundCloud whilst at work but the viewing of her and the white board is a much different experience lol not hugely better but a little better

Seinfeld and laying with bobo

Bison steaks!!! I forgot they are amazing and ground bison burgers are kind of not lol so just be aware

I think they’re less fucked with than cows but it’s possible that’s just wishful thinking

End ramble heavy eye shallow breaths maybe i will see you inn the dream world WHO WHO WHO WHO what are you an owl lol sometimes i want to say things just

To be able to make a joke after

And sometimes

I can’t stop wanting

To fix my teeth they are not okay on the bottom like I’m gorgeous my smile is gorgeous but if I talk you can see the bottom teeth are not good and i want it fixed i want it fixed i bought the things to fix them one time and then i did not do it i just used the ugh no doxing me it was like I didn’t truly feel I paid for the jawns?? I assume that’s why i had the gall to waste almost 2k like that

They are useless at this point like my teeth didn’t just go back to how they were before that would be too convenient they’re a new type of screwy now

Whatever I don’t know why I’d use the same people imma prolly try… not byte lol cause I already did byte

But I don’t want one I gotta go to dentist for ever like if I was willing to sit in those chairs and breath those gross airs every month 🤷‍♀️

Okay lay down sleepy lol

[lana-llama-in-pajamas]

Your not 12 anymore

I know it’s a sus title you’ll get it Jebus.

Chapter 1

Cameras flashed as you smiled and posed, distant pop played as more people joined you holding you close and sticking their tongues out and laughing. It felt like a dream hazy and euphoric, a gorgeous woman pulled you away holding you close as she lead you to a room full of dancing and the pop music you heard getting louder “damn, I think the coke is getting to you” she yelled “next time don’t let Lana pressure you too much ok?” She held you close again making sure your body movements matched hers, she was right but that’s the life of a pornstar no?

“What’s your current body count?” A bald douche asked waiting to make a point stared at you and a few of the girls that were at the party a few days ago “maybe we should start with how much you paid all of us to be here. Since you lied about not having to pay for women” you said blank faced as the girls giggled making him stare daggers at you “listen here FEMALE. Your low value and that’s the only reason you’re being paid” he lowkey yells trying to control the narrative and himself “next time pay us more than 500. Byyee” you got up, the other girls followed as a hurl of insults were thrown by the red pill and his goonies.

“Omg I’ve never walked out of one of those things before” one girl laughed hugging her friend “his fault for paying us first” you explained walking to your car “dumbass” jona yelled back towards the dinky office were the podcast was held, you and jona got in your car still laughing and waving to the others before driving off “wanna go eat?” You asked focused on the road while jona turned up the speakers “ugh I wish but I have a shoot tomorrow so all I’m eating is salad, tell you what when it’s over let’s gorge on sushi” she said excitedly clasping her hands together “I’m down. I gotta do a video tonight actually” you sighed.

You finally got to the rented mansion getting out with a duffle bag “y/n! You made it!” A muscle bro went to hug you, “names chad, been in the game 4 years” (haha funny), the ‘game’ was what everyone called the industry. It made it less awkward, . You walked in together Chad going on and on about whatever, you genuinely didn’t care you saw him as a check and he probably saw you as the same. The mansion was amazing, the ceiling was so high you had to turn your head all the way to see the top. the front door lead to the living room where you could see cameras wires and boom mics, an old man walked over in a baseball hat, matching shirt and jeans "ah the stars, heres ya scripts. go get ready and come down so we can talk more and start, bathrooms upstairs are all yours" his voice was gruff as he winked at you, you nodded not wanting to give him any indication that you hated or enjoyed it. chad turned to you happy as can be "you wanna brain storm ideas while you do your makeup?" you turned and walked up the stairs sighing "sure chad" he followed like a puppy setting his stuff at the door as you walked in placing your makeup bag down "your gonna..sit on the floor?" you asked sitting at the vanity seeing chad avoid the inside of the bathroom as he sat at the door "just wanna give you space" he looked up from his script, it almost made you smile but you turned back to the mirror "theres specific positions but other than that he wants me to be flirty and you oblivious, think you can do that miss tutor?" chad chuckles drawing on his paper. you looked at the script reading the title:

hot innocent tutor gets dominated by jock staring- y/n L/n chad lexing mostly improve. actors can create story that must last 10 minutes before actual porn scene.

you scratched out 'innocent' with a eye liner before going back to your lips "wanna be funny and see if he catches on?" you asked hoping chad would get your mean

"this isn't a beach this is a bathtub lady!" chad immediately blurts out making you laugh "ooh pretty laugh" he wiggled his eyebrows "shut up!" you said between breathing "but yeah that basically but reversed" you explained now smiling at him "great! imma go shave and change" he grabbed his duffel bag and rolled away on the floor making you laugh again, now you kinda felt bad for being cold, but it seems hes used to that. soon you were finally done and put on your outfit, pulling your skirt up you could feel eyes on you so you quickly fixed it and glared at the door....to see nothing, you looked around and yelled for chad but only got the shower running as a response. the 'eyes' felt like daggers to you, almost supernatrual. your heavy breathing turning into a mini panic attack as you walked around the hall opening every door and looking into every corner you finally walked back into the bathroom closing the door and locking it, hoping you were just getting withdrawals or just nervous,

You could hear your own heart in your ears.

Your breathing.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

You shrieked looking out to the window to see a figure for a split second before it disappeared. Chad ran in a towel trying to open the door “y/n?? You ok?” You turned to the door scrambling to open it “the window! Chad look!” You pointed and in your fear opened the window to see…nothing just a tree “it’s just shadows” he chuckled closing the window “it’s ok” he held out his hands to you and you obliged hugging him, he patted your back like a friend before you both let go “you look good” he winked “come with me to change and we can head downstairs, no scary monster will get you” he held out a hand that you took. You were starting to really like Chad, even if he was calling you crazy.

The scene went as expected, one minute your insulting this ‘jock’ the next he was holding you up like a pretzel. And yes you both had to cut a few time to laugh at your improv. In the end you both laid in an Alaskan king bed blinded by studio lighting and an ugly middle aged man clapping “beautiful! I like the bit there with the tongue” he wiggled his eyebrows as you and Chad just side eyed, Chad getting the hint you were uncomfortable “awesome man, we’re gonna go shower” he slapped his sweaty, fluid covered hand on the man’s shoulder before gesturing you to go first, “gross lexing” the director slapped his hand away “my wife bought me this shirt” the director deadpanned “your checks will be in the kitchen. My assistant will escort you out.” He huffed motioning everyone to wrap up and go home. You leaned your back up against the shower wall as the water hit you, Chad used the other shower so you were alone. You heard the door and remembered chads bag was in the room so you weren’t alarmed, until you could hear the door creak as you were covered in shampoo “Chad? I don’t think your stuff is in here” you yelled out wiping off your face about to scream before your mouth was covered by a dirt covered hand “boo.”

Y/n:

[linajinnnn]

How they were translated: Korean SIX

Brought some lines and lyrics from Korean Production of SIX. Take a look at how they were translated! * notes: the lines and lyrics may not be fully accurate, 'cause I wrote them only depending from my memory.

[Ex-wives]

Remember us from PBS/GCSEs? ▶ Remember us from History Special? 우리 역사 스페셜에서 봤지? (note: History Special is one of the most popular TV show in Korea, broadcasted during 1998-2012. They mada a right localization!)

You're gonna find out how he got unfriended ▶ You're gonna find out the reason I blocked him. 알게 될 걸 그를 차단한 이유

But I didn't look as good as I did in my pic Funny how we all discuss that But never Henry's little- ▶ So he's disappointed with my actual look Do you think you're the only one who's disappointed? Your tiny and little- 근데 실물 보고 달라서 실망했대 지만 실망한 줄 아나 작고 작은 너의 소중이 (OK so Korean Cleves didn't just 'unfriended' but 'blocked' Henry… and she slays 🤣)

[No way]

Well daddy weren't you there When I gave birth to Mary? (spoken) Aw, hi baby Daughters are so easy to forget ▶ What was the word Mary calls you? (spoken) Daddy So daughters are not enough to be your children 우리 딸 메리가 뭐라고 부르지 널 아빠 딸은 자식 아닌가보지

+ and Korean Aragon says 'Hola' instead of 'Muy Bien' at the beginning.

[Don't Lose Ur Head]

L-O-L, say "oh well" Or go to hell ▶ Ha-ha-ha, just laugh at it Or just shut up 하하하 웃든지 아님 닥쳐줘

Your comment went viral / Wow Anne, way to make the country hate you ▶ You've got so many mean tweets / You've got million haters 너 악플 쩔더라 / 백만 안티 (especially loved this one😂 gives bit of K-POP industry vibe)

[Haus of Holbein]

Ignore the fear and you'll be fine We'll turn this vier into a nine So just say "ja" and don't say "nein" ▶ It's okay don't worry We're photoshop them das is gut Never doubt them das is gut 괜찮아 걱정하지마 뽀샵해줄게 das is gut 의심하지마 das is gut

[Get Down]

Get down, you dirty rascal ▶ Get down and bow to me 엎드려 절하여라 (and when Korean Cleves says this her tone is like a character from historical drama👍)

[Howard Intro]

Nice neck by the way ▶ What a pretty neck you've got! By the way you still have it! 너 목 정말 예쁘다! 그나저나 아직까지 달려있구나 (so Korean Boleyn's got Regina George vibe love them)

[All You Wanna Do]

But my dad's got this amazing job at the palace ▶ My dad's got me amazing internship at the palace 근데 아빠가 궁전에 끝내주는 인턴 자릴 잡아준거야 (they translated it as 'internship' and I wonder why🤔 Maybe to emphasize how young Howard is?)

[Parr Intro]

Ooh, “I’m Catherine Parr, I draw lines in arbitrary places.” Blah-blah! ▶ "Hello, I'm Catherine Parr, came to draw lines in your conscience." ZIP! 안녕 난 캐서린 파야 양심에 선을 긋겠어 찍- (and Ryeowon's Howard was damn cute when she says ZIP!)

[Six]

His mates were super arty But I showed them how to party ▶ My friends are Artistic My Parties are Fantastic 내 친구는 아티스틱 내 파티는 판타스틱 (Cleves says the word 'Aristic' and 'Fantastic' in English 😆)

…and for the last, I bring you how my favorite lyrics from SIX were translated into Korean!

We're one of a kind No category Too many years Lost in history We're free to take Our crowning glory ▶ No one can make category on us Our own history that was forgotten Taking back my freedom and glory 우릴 하나로 묶을 순 없어 잊혀졌던 우리의 역사 내 자유 영광 이제 되찾아

It's the end of the show, of the histo-remix We switched up the flow and we changed the prefix Everybody knows that we used to be six wives But we wanna say before we drop the curtain Nothing is for sure, nothing is for certain All that we know is that we used to be six wives ▶ Our show is about to end re-writing the history Our own lyrics we changed and singing Everyone knows we were that six wives We wanna say before the show ends Do not be certain for anything you know We are not that six wives everyone used to know 이제 끝나가는 쇼 다시 쓰는 역사 바꿔 부르는 우리만의 가사 모두가 알지 우리가 바로 식스 와이프 쇼가 끝나기 전에 얘기할래 니가 아는걸 확신하지마 모두가 알던 우리가 아냐 식스 와이프

I know there are lots of negative comments among Korean theater fans, about how poor the Korean translations are. But I did like some parts. I won't say I'm fully satisfied with the translations but some parts were really touching just like the original ones. Hope they make progress in the future. 😊

[ask-team-misfit]

[ previous ]

Even upon getting there, he seemed hesitant to elaborate, instead being preoccupied with showing Pikavee around.

Lief: “So, uh. What do you think? This is the outside of my burrow.”

Pikavee wiped her eyes and glanced around. It was a small clearing dotted with flowers; a tiny meadow barely large enough for her to really lie down.

Pikavee: “It’s… nice.”

Lief: “Yeah. Should be about enough room for you to sleep out here.”

Walking up to the wooden cover of the burrow entrance, he tapped at it with his foot.

Lief: “I live right down here, in this cozy little hole. Of course it’s a bit of a mess right now, but uh…”

He trailed off, as if trying to think of something else to say to fill the dead air. His eyes darted anywhere but her face.

He was quick to pluck a berry from a nearby berry bush as soon as he noticed it.

Lief: “Oh and, food. There’s plenty of berries here and… stuff.”

[ ID: A grayscale bust drawing of Lief slightly angled away from the viewer towards the left. He looks shocked, or fearful. A couple of sweat drops are present on his face. His smile, resembling the “:3” emoticon, looks forced. Lief’s appearance is as described here. End ID ]

Lief: “Y-you don’t eat much, do you?”

Pikavee: “Um. It's… it’s fine.”

Any sort of enthusiasm he may have had, fake or not, began to vanish. He had even more trouble looking at her directly.

Lief: “You hate it here that much, do you… now I’ve done it.”

She didn't answer for a long while. She looked away with a murmur.

Pikavee: “I-it's… not really that…”

Lief: “Then what is it?”

Pikavee: “Why do you owe me an apology?”

Once again, he paused.

Pikavee: “Did you know, and didn’t tell me? O-or is it something e–”

Lief: “Alright already. I confess. I’m not good with this kinda stuff. How the hell do you expect me to be straight with you when you look at me like that?”

He wasn't looking at Pikavee anymore. He seemingly deflated, as his antennae and wings both drooped. More notably, his voice was a lot quieter.

[ ID: A grayscale drawing of Lief similar to the previous image. He looks sad or concerned, appearing to have some troubling thoughts he's refusing to speak of. He's looking away to the right. End ID ]

Lief: “If anything, I was hoping to be wrong. Stuff goes around, I hear about it, but I don’t know everything. The Isle’s a big place. Honestly, that kid…”

At the thought of Fenninkou, he once again raised a paw to pinch his forehead.

Lief: “Ugh… I don’t know what I expected. You really didn’t need to see any of that, let alone know a damn thing about how townies feel about me. About us.”

Pikavee: “Wh-what do you mean?”

Lief: “You know how I said I don’t have the best reputation over there? Believe it or not, it’s not because I’m kind of a nuisance.”

He glanced at her for a moment, gauging her reaction.

She merely stared back, waiting for him to continue.

Lief: “Wait. You actually believe me?”

Pikavee nodded.

Lief blinked at her for another moment before scoffing.

[ ID: A grayscale drawing of Lief similar to the previous image. He appears dismissive, glancing away towards the right with very narrow eyes. He's visibly flushed all over his face, with the blush shown in color. End ID ]

Lief: “Gods, you’re naive. No one else is that nice to me, you know.”

Pikavee: “I… know how that feels. But, kinda differently.”

Lief: “Enlighten me.”

Pikavee: “No one else I know has been nice to me, but I don’t really know anyone else but my human.”

Lief: “Huh.”

Some moments of silence followed.

Pikavee: “Did you… still wanna talk about it?”

Another pause, though only for a moment. He wasn’t even looking at her as he spoke up.

Lief: “It’s because I’m feral, Pikavee.”

Pikavee: “Huh?”

Lief: “Because I live out here, in the Wilds. Born and raised. It didn’t used to be that bad, but now? Townies look down on us like we’re just in the way. All because of that Treasure Hunting stuff.”

Pikavee didn’t look sure how to respond. She understood very little about the politics of this place; what Treasure Hunting even was. But that aside, it bothered her that Lief would be treated this way over his place of birth, of all things.

He continued before she could consider saying something, again with that bitter tone.

Lief: “They’re going to do that with you too, you know. And when you need them the most? Completely turn you away.”

[ ID: A grayscale drawing of Lief similar to the previous image. His eyes are narrowed in an annoyed glare. His mouth is open, as if in the midst of a tangent. End ID ]

Lief: “So don’t think about helping them. Don’t even become attached.”

Pikavee: “A… a-are you sure?”

Lief sighed a little.

Lief: “Never been more sure. Like it not, you’re a feral, too. A misfit, just like me.”

[ ID: A grayscale drawing of Lief similar to the previous image. He looks sad or concerned, appearing to have some troubling thoughts he's refusing to speak of. He's looking away to the right. End ID ]

Lief: “I know you don’t actually live here and all, don’t correct me. But where else could you possibly stay but here? With me…”

A lot of what Lief said still clearly bothered her, but she said nothing–she didn’t know what to retort with. She meekly rested her head against one of her forelegs, lying down to rest her throbbing head.

Lief: “If you ever wanted to in the first place, anyway. It’s the best I got, but if you have ideas, I’m all ears.”

[courfee]

people’s takes on fic stuff fucking baffles me. i see people going on and on about word counts and complaining when updates “take too long” or refusing to read wips entirely bc they’re too impatient and i just… i cannot understand this shit.

i know that the majority of these people have had to write something for a class in school at some point. it took you weeks to write a five paragraph essay for a grade. most of the time, that’s less than 1k words.

there’s nanowrimo, where the usual goal is to write 50k words in one month. which is understood by participants as an incredibly challenging goal. it’s hard. most people who start don’t complete it in time. it takes a lot of dedicated time. it’s exhausting. and there are so many fics out there that are significantly longer than this - and you can read them for fucking free!!!

it breaks my brain how people don’t seem to understand how much effort and time it actually takes to write something.

it’s even wilder to me that people will just skip over fics entirely based off of how many hits or kudos they have. why even bother searching by ship or tags or what have you if you’re just going to discount 90%+ of your search based off of how many people read it before you. the more common place that becomes, the less amazing fics will end up getting read in the first place. it takes hits to make hits.

all of this is just so wild to me i cannot wrap my brain around it. and i hate going into fic writing for this fandom knowing damn well that i’m in a fandom where people who might genuinely enjoy something i spent hours of my time on will never even consider glancing at it because i’m not “popular” enough. i don’t publish fics for clout and approval, but there’s a reason why i share them in the first place. i’ve written plenty of fics just for myself, or for a few friends to read. but if i take the time to publish and post something, it’s because i want to share it! i put it out there hoping that other people might enjoy it like i do. because sharing that feels good. and it sucks to think that there are people who might have shared in that enjoyment with me, who will never see it because we’ve started putting this weird standard on shit.

i don’t know about other writers, but that’s exactly what i’m talking about when i say that fandom dynamics as of late are sucking the joy out of creating. i write because it brings me joy. i publish/post/share because seeing something i wrote bring someone else joy, brings me even more joy. and watching this whole shitstorm of people being shit to fic writers or completely discounting most fics for one reason or other, just cuts that down so much for me.

idk i have a lot of thoughts and feeling about this but at the end of the day it frustrating and, at times, a bit heartbreaking.

honestly you said it all. all of this.

one thing i wanna add is in regards to nanowrimo: 50k words in a month (1667 words a day btw) is incredibly hard and a lot of people don't manage it, but a common factor i've witnessed between those that have done it is that they went into it having fully planned out their stories. because writing isn't only putting down words on paper, you have to figure out what to write, if you want a great plot you usually have to plan for that, and even once you've written it all you still have to go over everything and edit it. there is even more time and effort that goes into writing that people don't see and just take for granted. it's absolutely a labor of love, and the labor part is strongly emphasised here, and still we offer it for free only for people to be bitchy about it

i just hope you keep the joy of it all, because the entire point of fandom should be that it's done for fun and with the purpose of bringing you fun...

sending you all the love there, at least we are enough people in this fandom who write and draw and cosplay and make edits and all the other things there are for creation that we can support each other through it all

[laudys83]

The caged wolves

Day 14: Love in unexpected places

Furious screams tore Flavus from his sleep. He sat up abruptly, his heart pounding wildly. The air in the cell was rancid, saturated with mold and sweat, and he shivered as the icy dampness seeped into his bones. How long had he been locked up here? A night, maybe two…

"Bastards! Bastards! I hate you, I despise you!!!"

The voice was shrill, filled with rage. Soldiers responded with mocking laughter. Flavus froze. He understood those screams, just like all the other kids in the camp.

The door to the cell suddenly burst open, and a figure was thrown inside, crashing into Flavus. The impact rattled his frail body, drawing a groan of pain from him. But the other didn’t pay him any attention. He was already on his feet, charging toward the exit. A soldier shoved him back without care.

"We’ll let you out when you’ve calmed down, you filthy barbarian."

The door slammed shut, leaving behind a tense silence. The child pounded on it for a few more moments before his strength gave out. He slumped slowly against the door, exhausted. In the dim light, Flavus finally made out his face… and gasped in horror. His cellmate was bruised, beaten without mercy, but that was nothing compared to the three vivid scars slashing across his cheek.

"What are you staring at, huh?" the stranger spat in rough Latin, his dark eyes brimming with distrust.

He hated those scars, that was obvious. Memories carved into his flesh, still raw, living proof of what the Romans had done to him and his people.

"Are you Germanic?" Flavus felt his heart clench. Without thinking, he lunged forward, wrapping his arms around the boy’s shoulders in an instinctive gesture.

A flicker of panic crossed the child's gaze. He shoved Flavus away violently, sending him stumbling against the wall.

"What the hell is your problem?" he hissed, fists clenched. "Of course I’m Germanic. Got a problem with that??"

The boy’s aggression left Flavus speechless. But he understood. He had his brother to rely on. This kid was alone—anyone could see that.

"Not at all," he defended himself. "I’m Germanic too. My name is Flavus." He hesitantly extended a hand.

"Flavus? That doesn’t sound very Germanic." The boy scoffed. "I’m Marbod. Marcomanni. What tribe are you from?"

"Cherusci. But we have to forget our names. We have to forget everything."

Marbod arched a skeptical eyebrow. He was shorter than Flavus but stockier. A caged beast.

"I’ll never forget."

Silence. Flavus hesitated, then dared to ask:

"What happened to your face?"

"Don’t wanna talk about it."

Flavus shrank in on himself, ashamed. Marbod paced nervously in the cramped space before sighing and slumping down beside him.

"And you? What did you do to end up here?" he asked, curious. Flavus seemed like the perfect little submissive boy the Romans adored.

"I asked for more bread…" Flavus murmured.

Marbod stared at him, incredulous, then burst into laughter.

"Damn, you’re a real rebel!" He grabbed a piece of stale bread Flavus hadn’t finished. "Can I?"

Flavus slowly nodded. As he chewed, Marbod kept watching him.

"And you?" Flavus dared to ask. "What did you do?"

Marbod shrugged.

"I bit a legionary."

Flavus’ eyes widened. "What?!"

"He wanted me to crawl in front of him like a dog. I refused. He hit me. So I bit him." Marbod grinned, a glint of pride in his eyes. "After that, they made it very clear I shouldn’t do it again."

A shiver ran down Flavus’ spine. He would never have dared to do that. He obeyed, he lowered his head. And yet, Marbod was here, in the same cell as him.

"You have nice hair. I like it." Marbod reached out, running his fingers through Flavus’ red curls, twisting them between his calloused fingers.

"Uh… thanks?"

This kid was really strange. Flavus felt a warm flush creep up his cheeks.

For the first time, Marbod smiled at him.

"I’m gonna try to get some sleep."

Flavus curled up on the tattered straw mat, but Marbod had nowhere to lie down. He hesitated, chewing on his lip, then whispered:

"Come here. We’ll keep each other warm."

Marbod didn’t need to be told twice. He lay down against him, their warmth instinctively blending in the darkness of the cell. Flavus remained still for a moment, unsettled by the presence of this boy who smelled of earth, blood, and freedom. He closed his eyes.

They spent several days locked up, alone. But when the door finally opened and sunlight blinded him, Flavus was smiling.

Because, in the depths of this wretched cell, he had found more than just a fellow prisoner.

He had found Marbod.

Challenge by @monthlywritingchallenges